[Lord Jamar talking]   Ah yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'   Nine trey, Brand Nubian in effect   On ya motherfuckin' head   Not givin' a fuck   Word up, know what I'm sayin'   In the wilderness of North America      [Verse 1: Lord Jamar]   You like to taste the lead, well get ya face fed   After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils   Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body   As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart   Now brothers talk shit and can't back it   That's why I had to fit em' for a full metal jacket   Peel his cap once cause I know it's all it takes   Watch the motherfucker fall and his body catch the shakes (BLAST)   Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye   Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try   The motherfuckin' G to the O to the D   I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy   But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission   To get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me   Now tell me is there anybody else   Before I put my AK back up on the shelf   Cause I put in work like Job Corps   Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for   Their life by a knife or a gun   So when ya see me comin, nigga run      [Hook]   See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker   See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker   See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker   See I had to lick em' - Punk motherfucker   E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society   E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society   E-Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society   A fuckin' menace to society      [Verse 2: Sadat X]   Somebody's dead, a whole crowd forms   The cops ain't even come yet and money's dead in the street   Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin'   Six girls cryin' wild cause money had a child   A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick   Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket   And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints   My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama   I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends   She says they strictly fuckin' I could get away from buckin'   She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere   And sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard   Tell my moms I ain't leavin' my crew said to stay   My crew I'm believin' so fuck it anyway   I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel   And my crew from Courtland Ave. they always say they'll set it off   And if I choose, who's somebody might die   And if they don't die then they won't be able to walk   Pump slugs in his back for talkin' pussy talk