(feat. Prime Time)



[Kangol Slim]

You don't wanna start none



[Chorus x2]

Prime Time is a Bad Mother Fucker

Kangol Slim is a Bad Mother Fucker

Mista Menor is a Bad Mother Fucker

That 17th, that's a Bad Mother Fucker



[Mista Menor]

I'm a fool, like them Rally Kings from the old school

Deck out, I'm bout to rep out, you better step out

The Bull rang I'm finna stank

You see my nuts? I'ma let 'em hang

If I'm the King boy rappin' just my thang

I love it, that's why I does it, I mean I do it

I'm true to it, you new to it, you Young Bucks

Better stay back or get smacked

Fill the rat, tat, tat, tat, from the Gat

Boy I lay yo ass flat

Ain't nothin' new under the sun, nor the moon

See if death hit you ass, you might think you dyin' soon

But if you doomed, then you playin' with that AK Spitter

That Hard Right Hitter, some of  South Coast Nigga

So how the fuck you figure you could disrespect me?

Lil' Red from P-N-C, boy split you in three, fuck two have ya whole crew

Lookin' for you, talkin' bout What 'Cha Gone Do?

Nigga What 'Cha Wanna Do?

Say what



[Chorus x2]



[Prime Time]

I know you scared to flex up, you never will know

Until you get bold and tough

Enough of this bullshit that I'm hearin'

Scared to get next to Prime, cause ya fear him

Or even near him, but it wasn't No Murder She Wrote

I quote to that note, I bless so much, that I got more fans then the Pope

Even them 4-0, I'm just that dope, try'na approach PT and get broke up



[Kangol Slim]

PT tell 'em what'cha bout



[Prime Time]

Quicker to call you bluff with that gangsta stuff

Heard ya been lot of gaggin'

But I ain't havin' it, my Mother love me

But never trust me, cause quick to grab me

It's a habit that I done picked up on

To carry a chrome, since we hidin'

Nobody taught me right from wrong

The good got to suffer for the bad is this world

You avoid the hip, I promise they get splift and

On the radio yo name be annoucnin'

But ya still bouncin', I got more paper then you boys every counted

Worse then Terminator lookin' for Sarah Conners



[Kangol Slim]

God bless a nigga, that is try'na creep

Why? cause I'ma lay this nigga down six feet deep

And I got the nine and the meter on the seat

And I bust his head, and leave his brains in the street

Ride off into the Sunset, even Lil' Wayne sayin'

Kangol ya did that? You Split his wig back

All about makin' mine, get in my way and in yo face is gonna be a nine

When you awake, I never did fuck with a nigga

So I feel a nigga shouldn't fuck with me

If he do may he Rest In Peace



[Chorus x4]