(feat. Guerilla Black)



[Guerilla Black]

Damn ("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with")

Clayborne Family [scratch: "Not enough of this will make you mad"]

Dollar figure ["Too much of this good shit will too"]

We come to take your heads off boy

You thought we was playin?  Hahaha

It's real out here in this field

Come, uh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh



All five go wit chalk in heaven

These niggaz they just tried to hit me with seven

Shots to my motherfuckin torso

I had my bulletproof on, and forty-four

They tried to take me from my momma and my boo be

I ran up, shot they ass up in they hooptie

So who the fuck these cats think they talkin to

I put a spark to you, I'll turn your carcass blue, huh

I got my competition beat hands down

You a stand up nigga?  Boom, man's down

Ain't no one, shank or gun, mo' Guerilla

Been everything from weed down to coke dealer

Mo' "Thriller" than M.J. in the early 80's

Call me sensei, I move along the work shady

In my crimi-mal, underworld

I got a minimum about a hundred girls

They cut the dope and hold the fuckin pistols tight

Some cutthroat bitches with they issues right

So don't make me come through and tighten yo' ass up

You ever heavy nigga, watch me lighten yo' ass up



[Chorus: Blak]

("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with")

For my peo-ples, we let the heats go, uhh

("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with")

[scratch: "Nigga walkin the streets at night is like commitin suicide"]

("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with")

We let the heats go, for my peo-ples

("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with")

("Feels like I'm viewin a body every other week")



[Marc Live]

See I can strangle kids, now you can read about it

Front page news, they say yo he's a criminal bastard

I walk the streets at night, critical bastard

Masked up, yo I'm triple masked up (blaow)

Beer and 'gnaced up, crazy shit makes my

temperature flip, dismember your clique

Run in your crib, "Eraser" style - Schwarzaneggar

Shit, I shoot your whole place down

We got the rocket launchers, local police said

Watch out, aiyyo the kid is a monster

Bring your heaviest metal, bring your heaviest level

Clayborne don't run, Clayborne ain't laughin (uh-uh)

Clayborne just smashin (uhh)

We on your block yo, we lower your stock yo

We bring the heat to your block, Jurassic

Run in the jungle make your whole clique crumble



[Chorus]



[Kool Keith]

NBC lost their ratings, but I'm debating

The channel gets new scripts with new flips

I ain't goin nowhere, been here since Madison and C.H.I.P.S.

Reality TV sucks, whack-ass actors waste a lot of bucks

I'm serious man, my piss wet your hand

Ask Puff, I'm down, you still tryin to make it in Da Band

My stomach expand, defecate on top of America

My pee stains smell in Japan, groups leave in a caravan

My urine cover the silver screen, who wet up Jackie Chan

Shake with one move the feces to Crisco

Ask your mom duke what's in the fryin pan

You cats ain't wipin the buttcrack yet

You lyrically tryin man, to pitch squat in the street

I squat on your Aunt Chan, my toilet drops are stronger

The steel reserve makes me spit longer

Your girl's mad, dimes sit longer

Flush the commode, woman shit longer

Long coat expert, miss shit on your Phat Farm shirt

Down South Columbine, we combine and twerk

The Valley's makin money, the check is cut

I film the back, the audience feel anal work



[Chorus]