[Intro: Boo Kapone]
Aiy yo, aiyyo Banks
Aiy yo, what's crackin?
Aiy what y'all n***as gonna do for this whoop?
Aiy, y'all want Boo Kapone to do the intro?
[Boo Kapone]
Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While I'm gettin' candid, now understand it
This ain't too typical in anyway, though
The pro is on the Mic, it's B-Double-O
I know the Banks makes you want to take a valium
So buy a bucket cause upcomin' is the album
And for the record, meanin' this record, now check it
Now, listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme
By the Comrads, 'frumtha I, and Mack Dime
Bido's on the drum roll, rockin' the beat
Aiyyo Binky, where's you gonna take this sh** man?
[Binky Mack]
Aiyyo, let's take it to the streets
Let them understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for s**ers to stop guessin'
Cause I don't give a f** about no Radio play
Observed the gangster sh** I display
Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred
Scarred from listenin' to s**ers so motherf**in' hard
Dope, pumpin' that's all our sh** will never falter
It's Binky Mack not the Mind of Minolta
Psycho, like no, other motherf**er
So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O
But be warned, never will I leave like a regular
Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor
I used to see them on stage
Earnin' money like a thief, but without a guage
Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin' pull
(Aiy Binky, they said you ain't gon' get paid)
Nah, that's bullsh**!
They like it stylistic
And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic
(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action
A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion
Pure simplicity, see, it's elementary
You hear one of the hardest motherf**ers this century
Tryin' to comply, a word to the wise and the guys
Parental discretion is advised
[Squeak Ru]
Squeak is must be straight high performance
My dick is an enormous, for you b**hes that's horrorin'
sh** I don't take it, not even in a toliet
My n***as don't fake sh**, cause we're ballin'
Turn up the pilot as it burns
And maybe, you motherf**ers will learn
I'm not a Dub, yeah, I speak sensible
I smoke hub, the number one principal
I'm engineerin; the sh** that you're hearin'
Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin'
Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it
Rush my tape to the deck, and shake your a** when you play it
Like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur
And I'm not givin' a f**, when I damage you
For the record, here Squeak, he's gonna spin it
And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it
Possession is mine cause I'm the holder
And a n***a like Squeak don't give a f** when I fold ya
So you best to step off and be wise
f** it, ha ha, parental discretion is advised
[The Comards]
I be well as known as a bandit
You gotta break bread cause you know the n***a's scandalous
And if you fail to see, read it in braile
I'll be still dumpin' chickens
Now, what's next is the flex of the genius
My rapid-stutter-steppin' if you seen this
Dope, you know, I got your who*e on my pennies
b**h made, n***as fought the high-top faze
It's not my trademark, when I get loose in the dark
I guess, you wasn't stress for the crack pipe
But it's just another motherf**er on the pile
That's drivin' your a** with the flow of the tongue
You hung yourself short
The after-knowledge was brought to you attention
By the hardest motherf**in' artist that is known for lynchin'
Any buster in a minute, stagger them all
When I start dumpin' better check your drawers
Gang Spine is a no doubt whip in a battle
Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle
I get low, take your who*e and let your kids go
When I bust, parental discretion is a must
[K-Mac]
Little did they know, that I would be arrivin'
I know these busters been wonderin' where the f** I been
But it's the K here to make more money
It's funny, how we're gettin' paid when our record be played
You're f**in' regular, yo, as I get b**hes the
b**hes wanna lay me and start s**in' up on the dick
So I get them hot, thinkin' that I'mma f** them
As they sit, bumpin' their legs like a cricket
To you it may be funny
But the b**h can't get no dick, without money
So slip your C-note
And she can s** on this wing-ding-ding-a-ling down her throat
Foreplay; to me ain't sh**
Whenever she spread them, then you can get the dick
Of Mr. K-Mac, if she can deal with the size
But if she can't, parental discretion's advised (*echoes*)
(*ba** guitar and piano solo for a minute*)
[Outro: The D.O.C.]
Shut the f** up!!