Calling the police, calling the G men Calling all americans to war on the underworld
All I need is money, and I´m getting that money tonight
Verse One: Lil´ Fame
Let´s take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy Watch out for Jakes, snakes and decoys The streets keep you p-noid Everyday´s a new game, we do thangs for new thangs This kid got stopped for like three G´s and two chains Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in In my crib I heard villians outside blazin Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That´s why this +Downtown Swinga+ Ruckus bringa be packin bangers that make your whole shit out of clothes hangers It´s only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in The fo´-fo´ will cold push ya shit in So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes We´ll bust open your head like avocadoes Heavy artillery in my facility For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz
Chorus:
Yo what up? Ain´t nothin; is it real? Yeah son What´s todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz! What´s the word? Ain´t nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What´s todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!
Verse Two: Billy Danze
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo´-fo´ Desert Eagle Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!! Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects I ain´t gonna be beefin or eyein you Silently I move violently Me, ain´t no reliable see I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days Findin ways to erase em, and place em in the grave If it happen the squad´s cappin, I´m in the mix
And i´d rather be judged by twelve, than laid by six My kind, on the front line still standin Mr. Billy Danze, and I´ll work you with a mini cannon Holdin it down it´s the drama lord So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board Firin squad, niggaz on the run Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16´s in niggaz spleens So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill it´s blood spilled for real I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill So grab your bodyshield get ready for the duckin The biscuit that I´m clutchin Puffin like cess but that´s the fuckin dutchman Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus We´ll be three niggaz who´s clappin but we ain´t applaudin you motherfuckers Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids Ain´t gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen, Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave you hit up for the funds Niggaz better stick to they guns
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