1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and      1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3      [Incomprehensible] rappers are full of this since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit   'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit   Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey   So make way for hip-hop's green beret      Bring on the refills, you see we feel   The name of the brain game is kill or be killed   I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?   Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die      We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore   Have that ass lookin' just like this boo-boo slipped the door   Known to kill, dunk skills, erupt   You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck'      I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat   After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street   My tactics are drastic and real fast   I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass      I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem   To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem   So don't whisper or make a sound or croak   Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat      Everyday all day this be the hard way   Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day   Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin' rappers out   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3      1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and      Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact   You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format   While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised   Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose      Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up   You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up   If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame   Handicapped, crippled and pussy was my middle name      You couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a chico stick   I know who'll getcha quick, who? My dick   Tell me, is this some type of tournament?   I cut ya fuckin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament      Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best   Leaves with a 40-below footprint on his chest   Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck   Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck      Head found in the bar of a limosuine   The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens   Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin'   Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon      I told you I'm out to stalk   Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk   Apache, that's me, I'm gettin' rappers' ass   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3      1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and      1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and      You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black   The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack   You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that   I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "Oh, fuck that"      Diamond Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef   Give me a hearin' aid or two then I'm thru 'cause I'm that def   That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves   Club rappin' all be, I'm wreckin' on all 3      This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble   Is that your head or is your neck blowin' a fuckin' bubble?   A B C, skip to the S T   U V W X, don't fuck the Y Z      Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in   Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then   Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in   so I'm straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to go      Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played   Erase, forgive me not 'cause shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got   Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair   I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there      Put on a tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick   I grease my lightnin', it's frightenin' how I get, a slick   Schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian   Two types of marryin' very thick or very thin   Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U N I T   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3      1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and      1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and   1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3   1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and