[Intro]
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area

[Verse 1: The Lady of Rage]
Now I'ma kick up dust as I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust
When I kick up, I lick up, your face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stockin'
I'm knockin' 'em out the box and
Knockin' 'em out their socks and 'cause Robin is rockin'
Breakin' 'em down to the slab
Takin' 'em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? You wanna battle? Uh
Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin' paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not the same old plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh
I got the trigger, so I figure you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss
Do what I must, and what I must is bust
A bubble or two, some trouble for you
So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' through
[Interlude: B-Real]
Some cool shit
Some cool shit
Boo-ya, spittin' out buckshots

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like the polar cap
Clenchin' as the hits misses the roller's back
Pushin' packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic, so stop and give me my props, kid
I'm livin' large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart so the fact is
This young black kid a mercenary, merciless
Murderin' millions of n***as, so who's first to diss?
They say I'm bad, so you'll find none worse than this
Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey's Kiss
Put to sleep, lovin' the lyrics I leave in the minds of each
Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, n***a, I rip in half, n***as
You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass, n***a
Then watch me blast, n***a, 'cause I'm the last n***a
You wanna fuck with, so up your cash, n***a
I make 'em stagger, I'm scandalous as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker, scopin' your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin' steel like a stunt
Shown like an ID card, n***a, no needs to front, so
Here to torment, I put track on crack
And I'm strapped with a semi-tone milli-ten MAC
Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th
[Interlude: B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin' K

[Verse 3: RBX]
Back in the days, n***as, they used to scrap
But now in '92, n***as, they pull their strap
'Cause, um, police, them come wicked then them shoot n***as
So n***as retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boot stompin'
Black soldier here to teach and mold ya
The innovator, dominator, narrator
R-B to the motherfuckin' X, flex wicked
Stylee, bump and be found and do bleed by a
Maniac with a gat
See, nowadays, n***as is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Buh-buh-buh, now I'm on death row
Fuck it, n***as goin' wild
Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest
Anytime steppin' through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, don't hate
You're gettin' smoked like wood
Nasty n***a, bloody pumps, face flat
On the concrete, here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner, caught with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Audi like five G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang