[Intro: Judah]
[patois chatta that can't be made out for 10 seconds]
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo!
[more chatta talk]
[Verse 1: KK]
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass
So I can bump N.W.A., and my tape – fuck it!
Gots to work to add to my little paper (C'mon)
Need a boost, so I gots to pull me some capers
Circulate the dollar, pull a broad, I ain't the type to drape her
She rollin', she real – if not, I got to shake her
Or turn her mind to the next page (C'mon)
Face fears, fuck drama, let's get paid (paid)
Business first, then we'll crack a spot so we can play
In the cut somewhere with some drink, out the way
Now KK is the name, no actin', just mackin'
Without runnin' some game, together we can stack it
Y'all niggas fuckin with the original raspy
Haters talk shit and they split
Not knowin that they rolled right past me
[Chatta Hook: Judah]
[Verse 2: DJ Quik]
I ain't nervous – I'm lookin for Plot' for a debt that's overdue (Profile)
Hangin' out the window of the rental, we dumpin' over you
We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
Waterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (Yea)
Being a rider is more than sound effects
With wires wrapped 'round ya neck, you know the sound that's next!
{*gagging*} With a twist, snap, you fall
We duct-taping your wrists, ankles, laps, and all
We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface', all that mafia stuff
But a few volumes of 'Faces of Death' get ya competence up
Look at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for miles
Writin' checks that they insides couldn't cash! (Ewww)
Like raw steak, them vital organs, they soft
Pharoahe Monch and K, like chrome, they popped off (Blaow!)
Chunky to wicked, and me? Yeah, Quik did it
The murder, the mayhem – like 40, we Sick Wid It!
[Chatta Hook: Judah]
[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
What the fuck do we have here?
Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear
Forget the tiger – I admire the eye of the bull
Spit it for the critics and the undesirables (Uh!)
Quik beats bang like street gangs in inner city
I Bang like -ladesh, plus 'Bang' like 'Chitty Chitty'
Shitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay
So advanced when I rhyme that you need time delay
These 'Three' enough 'Company', like Jack Tripper
To get in Depp like Johnny but not Jack The Ripper
Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher
Will rupture your whole team and abduct ya church pastor
You know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermind
With disastrous raps, hard to find or follow
The motto – DJ Quik shit hit mo' frequently than Quick Pick lotto
[Chatta Hook: Judah]
