(Alisha Hill) - Hook      Messing with my cru (2x)   We will kill you (2x)   You don't have a fucking clue (clue)   What we came to do (2x)   You don't have a fucking clue   What we came to do (2x)      (Akinyele)   Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo   Man listen   Ak-nel stay in condition   Like shampoo   There aint a man who   Can handle   Once I back slap you   Or clap you   Bullets in your skin like a tatoo   Now back to   Reality   You aint as bad as me   I get down   For my clan   Till they call me your magesty   Nigga fat as me   Still fuck with strategy   My dick stuck way up where her blatter be   But that don't matter see   I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi   Fuck tennis   You dealing with a straight menace   Wailing on your ass like Venice   Well uh   Got it sewn like a tailor   Float like a sailor   Truck like a trailor   Scope with the (?)   All the above I've done the like Austrailia   Straight bailing you out   One call from jail   Aiming you out like Master P   That's what we be a about   I got ammunition   For those dissing   This aint R&B   That;s why I'm skipping   All that rip shit   I land one   With the hand gun   You could go ask Charles   And he'll tell you   I'm the motherfucking man son   My gun had bust many mans   watch many mans   Get swept off there feet like dust pans   You get touched man   Messing with us man      Hook      (Akinyele)   Ha I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness   My foot will lay you down to rest   And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint   And say thanks for coming out and God bless   Bow fuck that bullet proof vest   I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest   It's the Ak-nel   You know I rock well   I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells   Who the hell   Want to touck this veteran   Murder is the medicine   Fine I'll stop the peddaling   Bullet in your brain   Leave your head in pain   On the ground you'll be laying   Reaching for exceteran ceteran ceteran   But fuck that headache   You headed for a wake   I through the gun in the lake   So they don't see me upstate   Now they don't have a clue and shit   Around the way   I see your name   Written on the walls   Like rest in peace in you and shit   Your crew they aint doing shit   Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it   I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11   they send punk niggas on the highway to heaven   You want to see God hit you with about seven   You want to see God hit you with about seven   Like you shop in Pensylvania your blood straight redden   Get it redden Pensylvania   You want to shoot a fear one   I might swing my hands like Macarena      Hook 2x