MC   (Whoa)   This is your motherfuckin' time nigga you ready?   (Huh bro?)   You sho' you ready?   (Fuckin' right, nigga what?)   Fuck that mess we don't need no mess   They know who we is anyway   What we gon' do is go in here handle our business   Take everything and break out   You feelin' me?   Well, let's let them niggaz have it      This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down   We got the clout in this bitch so don't be fuckin' around   Got the rap game locked, spittin' what they feelin'   Makin' all the money, got 'em say we racketeering      Y'all fearing no limit, black owned and operated   Uncle Tom's and lil' Sambo's get annihilated   Y'all ain't tolerated, 'cause only soldiers ride with T R U   On the tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas      Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen   All action, all cappin', fuck yappin'   Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint   And take the royalties, the publishin' and all the points right with us      It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama   Shootin' sparks from the top of the Billboard charts   Watch out now, don't nobody move, 'cause you gon' lose   Then we takin' everything, 'cause we brought the right tools      Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up   It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck   We lust to bust, turnin' bitches to dust   Always your ass if you don't give it up      Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up   It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck   We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust   Always your ass if you don't give it up      Black prince in this bitch with the biggest Mom of 'em all   Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George   Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall   Stop disrespectin' the pistol I'm pointin' at y'all      Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled   Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example   Cut up that fuckin' remake, and give me that sample   Give me the fuckin' recoup, you 'sposed to be payin' me      Bag the loot then, cover the camera   Snatch a fuckin' hostage then run out with the manager   Fuck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame   Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name      Listen close motherfucker   If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer   This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny   If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company      Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up   It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck   We lust to bust, turnin' bitches to dust   Always your ass if you don't give it up      Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up   It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck   We lust to bust, turnin' bitches to dust   Always your ass if you don't give it up