[Kool G Rap]   You know the Don's armed wit sixteen   And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage   Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics   Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards   Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it   Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage   Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish   She only lick dick status to get cabbage   Dick get lathered to the thick baptist   Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance   It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight)   And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood   I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga)   This where the buck stops, fuck props   Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot?   Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block?   Still real, bustin' the glock   Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now?      (Chorus) (Scratching)   Sample of Mike Tyson speaking      [Mike Tyson]   People always talkin' bout I'm being loud and vugar   I'm talkin' vugar because I'm angry, you know?   I'm angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through   See everyone else has the right to be angry   But this is just the way I express myself   (So, you ready to fight??)      [Vinnie Paz]   Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this   Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics   I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate   My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it   My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it   I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties   Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly   I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me   Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy   I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly   I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny   Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you   And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do   you should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around   and if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground   We buckin' em down, 'cause that's how wrong my life is   Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is   I'm from a time where every song was righteous   Before rap was just a swarm of white kids   And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the   pawns and sheisters   I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers   And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless   What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!! (Yeah!!!)      (Chorus) (Scratching)      Sample of Mike Tyson speaking      [Mike Tyson]   And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waste my life   Cause when I die I'm going to paradise   So I'm not worried, and I'm in a hurry to die   Cause I'm not gonna let nobody disrespect me   and make comments about me without me retaliating back