How many gangsta rappers are gonna last?
 Not one  they got done  I had fun
 doin em and screwin em and booin em and chewin em
 I'm slick and I'm quick  up my sleeve is a trick
 Hey! So what  I use funky drummers  suck my dick.
 I'm still thick  with murderous beats and heavy kick
 and I'm sick of the so called shots ya gonna lick
 I slam and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slam
 don't eat spinach but I yam what I yam
 death-defyin like a circus, I work this
 mic, you can't jerk this, off-beat on purpose
 I never smoke dope, I don't carry a nine
 I ain't no hustler with bitches on my mind
 gangstas are swimming in the water,
 I oughta, boom bash and slaughta

 I'ma break it down, and I do mean down, yo way down,
 so far downtown the devil's gonna call it underground
 and niggaz betta know the fuckin score
 cuz I'm raw, like eddy,
 and like confetti they get tore
 up, from the floor, up,
 there's no time
 and my spits gettin sprayed in ya face as I rhyme
 so run run run, ya better head for the hills
 get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide pills
 and a rope for ya neck, and a razor for your wrists
 cuz I'm pissed, and it's suicide to battle this
 ummm, highly explosive, material
 grand imperial, pour me on cereal
 cuz I flow from the belly of a cow
 wipe ya brow, how ya like me now


 You can get with this, or you can get with that
 but you can't get with the man with the mad snap hat
 I take em out with one blow to the cerebellum
 and tell 'em, my jams are so funky you can smell 'em
 rhyme for rhyme, head for head with a one go
 i come from brooklyn, it's wild like a jungle
 yeah, you might get a cap jack, ya act wack,
 I carry a can of flat black in my napsack
 lookin for a wall to tag up, and brag up
 and rag up, yo nigga yo digga raise the flag up
 I click click my heels, and good is how it feels
 there's no place like home and chrome on ya wheels
 chasin through the projects, I lose you
 hope I didn't bruise you, I cruise through
 your neighborhood, in a chevrolet impala
 dropped to the ground and, makin the girls holla
 rollin, rollin, rollin, I'm rollin
 sorry officer, the car ain't stolen
 i really don't care what you thought of me
 i oughta be, far from orderly
 in my fashion, i boom and i bash and