Uh oh, uh oh   Let's get it over with   Yo sound boy turn the levels up   Let's get it over with, uh   Terror Squad up in this motherfucker   Where my real niggaz at?   My Bronx niggaz, my fast niggaz   I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ah aha!   It's time to take it to these niggaz right here   Yeah, yo, yo      Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out   Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out   Ready to mash out any crew actin' like   They the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera lights   Despite, we hold it down regardless   I got Def Jam suckin' me like, "I wish you was my artist"   For starters, who's the largest cat?   Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap   Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot   Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot   Grimed out, we really live what you rhyme 'bout      See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out   Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya   Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin' asthma   Headed to the bar to pop some bottles   Now we in the car headed home to rock some models   All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada   But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to screw me for Nada   We the best that done it, confess you fronted   Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?      Aiyyo the gangsta's back   Stop it right where you at   Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap   Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that   Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back      I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven   I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections   Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked   Runnin' in the rec room and check me out on the box   A CEO could get optioned tryin' to change the channel   It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals   Joe the God, the flow is hard   Known for packin' two dozen birds like Noah's Ark      I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure   Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather   You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix   Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch   I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just aggrevated   I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?   Fuck around with the don and get decapitated   I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it      Aiyyo the gangsta's back   Stop it right where you at   Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap   Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that   Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back      Aiyyo the kid is back   Leave it right where you at   Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap   Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back   I'm feelin' tight and I'm hot   Ready to pop the crack right through your back      That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'   I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin'   Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'   Rush ya widows crib and pop ya, bodies   Now I know you can feel the heat I generate   Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake   We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots   In ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box      Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps   Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back   And murk after that, blurtin' curse words   Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first   I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up   Blood, chokin' on chunks of his lung interior   Every verse that I spit's a personal riff   I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you shit      Niggaz play me while disturbin' the Bricks   I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip   Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt   Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up   Actin' like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple   Death to rappin', I don't wanna battle   I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth   Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof      Aiyyo the gangsta's back   Stop it right where you at   Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap   Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that   Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back      Aiyyo the kid is back   Leave it right where you at   Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap   Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back   I'm feelin' tight and I'm hot   Ready to pop the crack right through your back