[Intro]  Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here  Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here  "It's 'bout to be on" -> The Lah  That talk lot of shit "'bout to bust" -> The Lah  "Underground street nigga Bumpy came" -> The Lah    [Verse One]  Hail, come on, hail  What you knocking in your tape-deck that's my property  Unknown forces think they stopping me  Here's some information; I'm god's child  Meat, bones, blood an veins  And I bust til I can't mix, mud and brains  Someday I may be punished for the shit that I do  So crack the gates of hell, I might slide through  But I ain't staying I need to pay a visit to the man  That took my baby brother from the palm of my hand  I'm a menace to the public like too many B's  Overcome by rappers who puff too many trees  So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem  With two rusty Armeans, that's what I call 'em  I'm a giant in a field of mice  With goretex and spikes giving R & B rap niggaz short life  You wanna dance with an underground Puffy  Without niggaz around me that might wanna bust me  Sometimes I'm like a white man don't trust me  Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a white man  All you niggaz dis-gust me  Fuck who you are I don't care who you are  I'm the roundest nigga down here, square who you are  You want drama, you can get it!  *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby    [Chorus]  There's not a problem that I can't fix  All I need is my two four-fifths  And if you niggaz wantin trouble  I sure hold it double and I only aim straight for the brain  It's the Preem and Bumpy  Bringin ya pain  Bringin ya pain  Bringin ya pain    [Verse Two]  It's the smackdown fuck the rock an all that  I smack niggaz down who think they all that  All you rap niggaz cat fightin, just wanna be seen  In the magazines, lip twistin lookin all mean  I got a heart like mean Joe Green  I run niggaz down and got paid for it, since sixteen  I'm a addict b, this thug shit is like nicotine  And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop smoking  I'm like Rakim with muscles, No Jokin  If niggaz try to disrespect my melody Im gunnin for the felony  There's a whole lot of questions that really need answers  Like; Who the fuck told you that your rhymestyle was hot!?  You know when Biggie died? Who bust that shot?  Why is Sammy the Bull still living and where the fuck is Pac?  It's a raprace niggaz don't wanna see me rich  Catch twenty-two niggaz don't wanna see me flip  Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy gram, Lil' Fame  Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love black bitches  I'm a night time nigga, day riches  I won't even call a wolves for you niggaz  I bring gang bitches it's like ordering take-out  You know you gon' get it  *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby!    [Chorus]    [Verse Three]  If i die today tomorrow I got no regrets  I'm like the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget!  I'm start to the finish I don't like reason  Cause niggaz don't negotiate it's all about thieving  Time proving that I ain't leaving until Im done  Put my last mic in my casket and then Im one  Raps arithmatic while like scar back in '86  Rush it for the gods, bust it for the gods  You better get your camera out flip the moving ural  That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in plural  Yo Preem them niggaz think that I was a fake now  After the Shakedown still ain't catch no drama  When Pedgie had beef I passed the lama  And told my nigga how if it get thick im there like mama  Sunshine and rain, good time and pain  Like a too tight cartier watch Diamond Frame  Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics  Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim  I'm the black bently azure with the bullet proof doors  With the two overhead cams peddle to the floor  I'm never satisfied i want more  Like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I want more!  *scratch*  "It's 'bout to be on"  You want beef you can get it  And Premier's down with it baby!    [Chorus ](2x)    *scratch*  "It's 'bout to be on"