Aiyyo, I'm hard to talk to   If you live, I probably thought you stalked you   Where you walked to at night   Caught you then tried to extort you      New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared   This town ain't big enough   For both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere      There it is, plain and simple   Like Jigga, my game is mental   While slow niggaz better know   I blow their brains out they temples      I'm into black magical torture   Romantic dramatical author, compatible with   The average New Yorker, a fast talker   Like Tony, when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer   Out for the cash and the cho-cha      Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends, gobble it up   If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff   I don't give a fuck anymore   I'm only twenty-four years old      And I've already broken every law   I'm horror core, this is for the heads   Runnin' up in your crib   Knot if you still hot in under the bed      Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes   Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide   Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny   Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey      Hey yo, my shit's the truth, 150 proof, no question   Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth   It's too explicit, bullshit, I challenge the statistics   Violence existed before our music was even suggested      Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights   That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life   I fight the power spite the power the 90 percent   Keep 10 and feed twin, half for personal reasons      The seasons change, things rearrange, but I stay the same   Play the game for the wealth until I've made myself a name   So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack   For the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra      I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap   Totally intended for yours dressed in all black   with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin' cameos   in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's      Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes   Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide   Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny   Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey      Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes   Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide   Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny   Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey      So forget the boom, one look, you shook, you know I'm stickin' you   Liftin' you off the ground, look down, that's where I'm puttin' you   Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally   Havin' the enemy be the last thing you ever see?      The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein' your flesh   Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin' the mess   Me and TS, we testin' niggaz faith, just to see they face   Expression when destined to States, that death be in the case      I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face   Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS   I paint the wake 'cause they ain't get me yet, wet me   Or reflect me yet, I know they comin' they just tryin' to let me sweat      I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin' chips, ahoy   Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin' noise   No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties   Packin' pistols catchin' bodies      Make sure we'll get you   So they say, I pray there's a better way   My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say   'Cause daddy don't play      Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes   Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide   Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny   Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey      Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes   Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide   Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny   Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey      Word is bond, one thing about MC's is that   We don't conceal the truth, we present real pictures   About the positive and the negative, so don't blame   The hip-hop when your seed is learnin' the real life from us      Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house   Parents, you don't do your job we gonna   Put your children to bed at nine o'clock   Past your bedtime, you get your ass in bed      You ain't 'posed to be hearin' this shit   Word up, punishment motherfuckers   By the Punisher and Busta Rhymes, hah   Terror squad, Flipmode squad niggaz