Looking for Trouble

[Intro: Busy Bee] "Check [?] All right, uh? We got it? All right, well [?] I'ma be partyin' Get money, I'ma be partyin' and get money Yeah, I understand it, I know, I know I know Ay, we're ready get it all, are you ready get it all? We takin' our time" [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] Yo, Random Axe in the jam with Macs Quick to let 'em clap like hands to dap So street, yeah, we do it obese Straight from the hood, so screw the police Fuck the law with his cat, rat, dog, raw The reason that your walk turns jog The reason that your jog turns run (Run) The reason that your run turns sprint .38 snub with gloves, no prints So you can see it in my eyes, I'm so tense We have no rules, it's beef Magic, I make a 7 footer 6 feet If you got problems, get geek Get beat, get shot, get sleep Inflict hurt on 'em Dig that hole and kick dirt on 'em [Chorus] "And if you stand in my way, you're looking for trouble" "You're looking for trouble" ("I told you") "You're looking for trouble" "You're looking for trouble" [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] A lot of cats talk shit, but don't test the D though M16's break up teams like T.O.  So gutter, ho cutter, 'dro puffer, dough tucker Fo' bucker, murdering MC's with ice With my mad man Jesus Price NYC with the D-E-T A.D. with the legendary BCC, what [Chorus] "And if you stand in my way—" "And if you stand in my way—" "And if you stand in my way, you're looking for trouble" ("Brown— brown— brown— brown— brown—") "You're looking for trouble" "You're looking for trouble" "And if you stand in my way—" "You're looking for trouble" ("Brown— brown— brown— brown— brown—") [Outro: Fred Blassie] "Every time I pull into one of those new hick towns There's always some loudmouth geek hanging around—" "Pow, out go the lights If you're lucky, you'll walk away like some kind of man Otherwise, they'll tote you off in a garbage—"