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[Scratches:] "Hey little soldier you ain't ready for war" (Uh uh) "I show how to do this" "AMATEUR!" [Hook:] Y'all don't know who the fuck I be I be the P to the A can't forget the C And if you spell it with a K then you got it right PackFM and I'm here to rock the house tonight [Verse 1:] Welcome to the rap world (NIGGA!) population me Been in the building since back to when it was in the place to be Stopped doing shit for love so you can start the hating please Once I leave these fucking agencies they drop their rates and fees 'Cause the game just ain't the same if I ain't playing it If it's hot I've done said it so don't bother saying it And if it ain't nice don't say nothing at all I'm looking forward to some instrumental albums from y'all This is a message to all, this shit could end in a brawl I got a strong arm I slam dunk a medicine ball You can carry on, but don't get carried away I ring your bell like somebody's getting married today It's BK, that's the land where the savages stay You want beef, we Burger Kings nigga, have it your way SongtexteCat's be like "Fuck you we ain't going your way" The four finger ring, brass knuckles, have a nice day [Hook:] People are you with me, better pay attention Or we gonna hit you like (Huh!) like Now tell me are you ready (Yeah) Bring it back it It's time to get it started, is you fucking with that? A lot of niggas be like (Yeah-yeah-yeah) before they even hear me Then they like (Uh-huh) Once they (listen to me) And in the end they say (Ahhh) or maybe (Good god!) And before I finish rocking they be begging me to (say it again!) [Verse 2:] Now everywhere we go we smash a new ego I hear no or see no evil or equals So lay low and behold when FM's in freak mode I'm so next level niggas think I had a cheat code Straight from ground zero, banging like it's Baghdad Been a bad man since you was in your Dad's bag Rapper's can act, but we all know the deal though Pop a cap? You wouldn't pop a tag off a pillow Absurdity dial nine-eleven and prep 'em for surgery When I'm in the house I'll leave you broken in to like a burglary Now certainly you heard of me, each verse of mine been the Fuck you I rhyme better, habitual line stepper kind Till the break of dawn with the charm of a leprechaun Lucky if I slap you five and it don't break your fuckin' arm Foes is frontin' but don't want it and we know this When I'm coming they dip back like scoliosis [Bridge:] I be the P (P)-A (A)-C (C)-K (K)-F (What?)-M (Who)?-F (What?)-M (Who?) I be the P (P)-A (A)-C (C)-K (K)-F (What?)-M (Who)?-F (What?)-M (Who?) [Hook:] Y'all know who the fuck I be I be the P to the A can't forget the C And if you spell it with a K then you got it right PackFM and I'm here to rock the house tonight (I said) Now, y'all know who the fuck I be (Aight) I be the P (Yo!) to the A can't (Yo, stop man) forget the C And if you spell it with a K then (Jesus, yo) you got it right PackFM (I'm comin' to get you man) and I'm here to rock Aus Songtexte Mania