Signed, sealed, delivered I be yours   I pour it on the breaks   Till it break laws   Givin' the gabbin'   So the brothers be havin' it   Or else the five fingers of dope'll   Be grabbin' it      Wit' no complaints   Givin' uppin' I ain't   On the mike   Like Karl Malone in the paint   Why rip a rapper   When he flow like water   I rather rush a television reporter      The frauds that tried to front   Watch ya back   Stop pullin' those lil' stunts   Assault and battery   'Cause I snatched the battery   Off his back the TV pack      Why pop the rhyme   On a rhymer when I kick it   I rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot   Who pumped the pimp   That fed the fiends   He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green      They slapped the mack   That kept us back   Sucker suckin' the hood like drack   So if ya draggin' us down   Wit' the wack attitude   Get up, lookout, get out the way   Move! Move!   Get out the way   Move! Move!      One, two, three, four      Signed, sealed   Definition of a set-up   Pourin' it on and won't let up   'Cause F A L L I N   Never applied   To this brother that tried      To let you know   The folk of the American joke   That kept us broke   Now I'm ready to rap   Strong fax I swing   Like Bo Jax   I'm never calm on a bomb track      60 percent three fifths   Constituted   Huh prostituted   Why I'm mad   'Cause it's written on the paper   Right now   Muther fucker bow      Kicked the lyric about   The tricks   Of the trade and the money made   Who got the money betcha bottom   Dollar bill   Gonna find   Some rich ol' bloodline      But the blood is in the mud   Take the whack an attack it   Like a skud   To the patriotic hater   That got paid off my people   I'm rude   Lookout, get out the way   Move! Move!   Get out the way   Move! Move!      Now we gonna count the time again   Ya baby c'mon count it down   One, two, three   Come on four   Terminator   Now now now now now      Signed   An what I'm gettin' is mine   I bring the noise   To town   So let's get down   I cranked the beats   Tearin' up the street   And the park   An it ain't Mozart      Jack movin' out   'Cause the black movin' in   And it's old   I said it in   Who stole the soul?   But 92 bring   An attitude   That say I don't give a   Dame   About the old way      This is a new day   Tell Jack stay in the back   And all the other   Suckers   That don't matter   You got   Somethin' to prove      Scatter   Get out the way   Move!   That's right, get out the way   Move! Move!   Get out the way, come on   Move!      One more time we gonna count it down   One, yo baby two   Help me out come on three   That's how we are gonna break it down come on four   Break down, come on   Now now now now now now now now now