(feat. Smitty)



[singing in background]



[talking]

B-Slick... Guru...



[Chorus x2: Smitty]

How you gon' be a killa with no shells in them tecs

You sellin dreams when you sell a cassette, and miss

Beef like delicatess', I'm Elliot Ness, it's a mess

When I tele-connect, it hits



[Guru]

Nigga, yo your pussy 'round my format bitch is mad masculine

I have to win, down in the basement with my clownies, I'm blastin it

Thoughts travel past you and,

I cock back, release the speech and travel faster than

a bullet in flight, I ignite the fight

What's the purpose of the black against black or black against white

But whatever color you are, we off you quick fast punk

If you ain't actin right - so pay homage while we make the farmage

I mean far-mage - hungry like there's no food in my sto-mach

I've done it son, did it son, spit it son, I'm wit it son

Admit it son, lemme find out you kinda timid son

I didn't run, like I told you in "DWYCK"

I'm holdin my shit, other hand holdin my dick

Protectin the fort with all sorts of gats

and all sorts of hot pipes and banana clips, I stand equipped



[Chorus x2]



[Smitty]

Yo, how can I put it kid, as plain as can be

Ain't no braggin, just imagine, what pain it can be

Let's get it on and get this shit resolved, amigably(?)

If it's on you good as gone kid, I'm sayin if it's me

I'll undress a nigga, to a lesser figga

Gotta press a trigga (BLAOW!!) ain't messin witcha

Call shots and end the game early

At the end of the day, playa you blame-worthy

The method I use to freak it, I use it frequent

to "Scare" you "Straight" like first offenders and juvenile dilinquents

When I, talk that talk, I walk that walk amigo

It's confidence, you probably think it's a hell of an ego

Cats is askin, whose feet are you walkin in?

The multi-millionaires with mass media marketin

Displayed in a major way, my pager say, I'm bout to get paid today

Now make way



[Chorus x2]



[short singing]



[Chorus]