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(feat. Mega Don, Profes, Star) [Intro: King Just] Falalalala Yo, this is how we do this shit [Chorus x2: All] Niggas better move, niggas better get back Niggas better move, don't fake no jacks (Leave Now!) [King Just] I come like a river, I'll make ya shake ya zipper The liver, here comes the nigga that'll dick ya Raw, hardcore, sounds that pound Stop, look, what's that sound? Come on now, you've got to swing with the King Cuz the things I bring'll cause more ruckus than Rodney King Riots, gimme ya head and I'mma fry it Try it, I just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen Cats are jammin like Mitch Green, more albums than Al Green A fiend for rap, puttin this shit on back For my niggas who put me on the map (Like that, like that) Back, flash his ring around the axis Feel my mark upon ya chest when it slashes Slow like molasses, Black Fist is massive And I rock rhymes from here to Shaolin to Dallas Songtexte [Mega Don] Boom, the bomb, the Mega Don drops What the Blood Clots? Two-Six fuckin shots Stand clear for the warfare Or surrender, throw the white flags in the air Yea, the Mega Don's repossessin shit And I'll represent, kid these misfits are militant Since, life's a bitch, I'mma use her One life to lose her, the Mega Don's a death abuser Like a butt, niggas better spit at you I'm sick, with what I'm dealin with, Shaolin be rippin shit On the wreck, Mega Don, Knotty Dread Brothers We actin live, but this way, all that's dead So act like you know, black It's the Mega Don, check the stat Ninety-four, fakin no jacks [Chorus x2] [Profes] Check it out, it's the mutt who rules like King Tut' You rappers suck, it's another Black Fist uppercut All I wish for is blunts and stunts You get played like a dunce, I get props makin mutts Misfits, a bunch of hoods with Knapps, hairs twisted Steppin to my crew, you wouldn't wanna risk it Just listen, I'mma school that ass like the Board of Ed A skin head, with chicken-heads jumpin on my dick head Nuff said, eyes is mad red, mouth full of smoke Blow it out thru my nose, then take another tote I hope, that I could live large like Boss Hogg The cat's out the bag, fuck it, let loose the dogs I'm walkin niggas like a pit, it's the Profes Be on my face, hard like an erect dick [Star] I damage an amateur, clean up styles like janitors Van Clans are canned, they can't understand my slammin stamina I master trash in blastin, ass-rappin This gat-clappin black, attacks the wack actin Approachers, choke from the smoke of snub noses And die, high off highly potent doses of dopeness I posted, roast up these jokers, it's over Quit, I'm rippin off your shit like strip poker Each one, teach one son, but you was taught wrong I swarm, rip four pawns, you're torn, sick thoughts form But if I ever want z's chief, I just repeat No wack styles, count sheep, and go to sleep Black Fist, the Shaolin Click, declares war So move, move muthafucka, what you waitin for? [Chorus x4] [Outro] Fuck that, blood clot! (Easy, easy, selecta, Black Fist is ours, celestial Any man want some must get after dem) Big shout out, all right Big shout out to all my man lock down Shitty Brown (My man Will) Ah.. Two-Six Mob, my liners Ah.. MZA (L.K.) Ah.. GP Wu Ah.. Barry', ah.. Meth-Tical Boogie, ah.. K.C., yes.. uh.. Meth-Tical! Haha (Chris) Two-Two's All right, all right, Little MZA Uh.. Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy.. [fades] Aus Songtexte Mania