(feat. Down Low Recka, K-Tez, Rubbabandz)



[Shyheim]

Yo, check it on out (yea, yea)

Yea, it's the Rugged Child in the hid-ouse

(Definitely that) KnowI'msayin?

With a phat Mac-10 that's cocked back (live niggas)

This goes out to my cousin Killa Kane up in Riker's

(That's how it's goin, diggety) KnowI'msayin?

Check it out now, yea, what? (bring the drama)

(Yo, set it off kid, what's up?)



I'm alive shorty that keeps it real, I don't pretend

Fuck a dog, a man's best friend's a Mac-10

with a clip, a belt full of bullets like Rambo

Be shootin shit up to be the neighborhood hero

Sport the phat gear, black hood, black Guess

I'm stressed, to drive up the ave. in a white Lex'

I'm on a mission, ready for all the action

A stick-up kid that wants be paid like the Jacksons

In other words, CREAM breakin out of my socks

With stacks of cash in a nice shoe box

I'm on a road to the riches, to bag rhymes and stocks

Nobody on the block clocks dough like I clock

Shit, I got bitches from sweet ones to gangstas

When I kick rhymes my foot comes down like an anchor

Kid, I shine mad bright like the stadium lights

So bite, and I'll fly that head like a kite

Aiight? Pull up if you want it, and get smoked like pot

Cuz I got a phat glock that shoots when it's shot



[Down Low Recka]

Ah shit, it's gettin hectic, shit's split

Wu-Tang comin thick with smash hits

To get rich and beat all the best

Lock down the industry



[K-Tez]

That's my queue, what? What? It's my turn to burn

Oh why, oh why can't these bastards learn?

that shit's real, mad real like Current Events

A loonie nigga that's ill and mad sick with his knuckle checked

A body snatcher, an animal about to bite

A terminator, I'll grizzle em at 12 at night

A crumb snatcher, give a fuck about no po-9

All I know that's it's a must that I get mine



[Rubbabandz]

This is man slaughter, so ya better head for the border

I go through walls and walk on top of water

A rascal attack, so run and get your gats

Cuz when we go to war we don't play around Jack

No time for games, I'm choppin punks like wood

Give up your goods or lose your manhood

Who's the blame? I got my props to gain

I'm insane, losin cells from my brain

Go against the grain, I tear your damn frames

The Shaolin terror leavin niggas in shame

Shots, hittin like wet drops of rain

I got the tec-9 to put you in pain

If that don't work, hell I bring the cannon

Cuz I could get real just like that girl Rachel Dannon

Ah, feel the flame from the dragon

I'm buckwild, plus I'm cold hearted

I fuck your girl and your mom just to get shit started

Now who's the mack? The brotha that scraps

I'll make you jump with the funk from the gat

Yea, yea, why do you stop and stare?

You crossed my path, you're best to beware

I'm bad to the bone, packin chrome

and what's not good enough? I'm aimin for your dome

So duck, or get stuck, by the G.P. click

Stapleton is mad thick

So don't sleep, RNS beats is heat

Stickin punks like gums and concrete



[Down Low Recka]

I got the ill plan, ill plan of attack [x3]

I got the ill plan, ill plan to attack!



My Clan is gonna blizza'

With phat tracks from R and RZA

That's how it's goin, dizza

Aiight, niggas wanna fight, then drop the mic

I smash your ass at night beneath the lights

Uh, torture, left to your jaw

Claimin that you slipped, once you hit the floor

Boo, chums in fear with styles I ripped last year

Now they want to take it to the square

and shoot 5, come on nigga you ain't live

Saw you when you went against shorty and took a dive

Down Low Recka will wreck you and all things in your sector

Callin me out, whateva

Hands up, or you're gettin snuffed

Knuckle check, better come correct

But if not, then jet like a vet

I'm on your ass fast, with much stamina

Makin it rough for any challenger to manage

Uh, I cause much damage

I put styles together like a sandwich

Niggas can't handle this

So hands up, I got 5 rounds to smack

BOW! It hurts right, black? So where your boys at?

True, brothas is rollin kind of deep too

But pack, SUUUUU, Killa Bees attack

The rah, you lose, style is butt

Plus, niggas on your side want to run with us

What?