I'ma cancel all the studios, I'ma find you in New York
You f*cked it up for everybody
When I see you I'ma punch you in your f*ckin face
You and that other faggot ass nigga that rap witchu
I'ma catch you (?) Ensoniq or Platinum Factory
I know you be in f*ckin Chung King
I'ma search around motherf*ckin D&D
[Kool Keith]
F*ck you nigga, criticizin my shit, talkin behind my back
Youse a weak nigga, don't speak nigga, face the trigger
What you know about my shit?
Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it? You f*ckin hatin it
Backpack ass nigga, how you figure?
F*ck a cypher, I get live on your favorite ass corny ass niggaz
I'm a survivor, no village ass shit
Motherf*ckers walkin around tryin to be Bob Marley and Lenny Kravitz
That scarf shit around everybody's head is for faggots
Get on stage I throw lettuce and cabbage
You f*ckin with bad habits
Run up on you like 10 Puerto Ricans gettin out a f*ckin Chevrolet
I don't play, f*ck your bodyguard Big Rae
I chop your hands off and throw your f*ckin fingers in the ashtray
Dead-end, no backup, comin down to one-way
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Operation.. extortion [x4]
[Kool Keith]
Why you curse so much nigga? F*ck you, duck you
loadin this motherf*ckin tec up, there's a lot of things I must do
click up, shut the f*ck up, bukka, bukka, bukka
Fake-ass cast, counterfeit bitch-ass
I'ma see how long that choreographer dance shit last
Make you take the CD's out the shelf
Come to your record release party, show you some shit
and make you piss on yourself
No guest list, I better get past this
type of motherf*cker to wait outside the club
for your black dumb-asses, I'ma have a contest
See which bitch-ass nigga get in they car the fastest
Strongarm your bodyguards with armed freebase smokers in a stolen Dodge
Pour gasoline down your shirt in the car garage
Yo black burn this nigga
Watch how Kentucky Fried I turn this nigga
Watch you sizzle like a well done (?) Frank
That's what you get for f*ckin with Hank
Give all your f*ckin credit cards, niggaz with ski masks
took your mink coats at Chemical Bank
Visa America take this shit fill up the gas tank
I told y'all I was gon' slap that motherf*cker
and baseball bat that motherf*cker
Your man with his bullshit mixtape ran out Hot 97 like a sucker
I'ma send a crackhead that needs money bad
at least to get one of you motherf*ckers
You owe me for damage
I know a Dominican that's ready to stab your f*ckin manager
Catch a homicide and catch a Greyhound bus out to Canada
[Chorus]
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I'ma cancel all the studios, I'ma find you in New York
You f*cked it up for everybody
When I see you I'ma punch you in your f*ckin face
You and that other faggot ass nigga that rap witchu
I'ma catch you (?) Ensoniq or Platinum Factory
I know you be in f*ckin Chung King
I'ma search around motherf*ckin D&D
[Kool Keith]
F*ck you nigga, criticizin my shit, talkin behind my back
Youse a weak nigga, don't speak nigga, face the trigger
What you know about my shit?
Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it? You f*ckin hatin it
Backpack ass nigga, how you figure?
F*ck a cypher, I get live on your favorite ass corny ass niggaz
I'm a survivor, no village ass shit
Motherf*ckers walkin around tryin to be Bob Marley and Lenny Kravitz
That scarf shit around everybody's head is for faggots
Get on stage I throw lettuce and cabbage
You f*ckin with bad habits
Run up on you like 10 Puerto Ricans gettin out a f*ckin Chevrolet
I don't play, f*ck your bodyguard Big Rae
I chop your hands off and throw your f*ckin fingers in the ashtray
Dead-end, no backup, comin down to one-way
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Operation.. extortion [x4]
[Kool Keith]
Why you curse so much nigga? F*ck you, duck you
loadin this motherf*ckin tec up, there's a lot of things I must do
click up, shut the f*ck up, bukka, bukka, bukka
Fake-ass cast, counterfeit bitch-ass
I'ma see how long that choreographer dance shit last
Make you take the CD's out the shelf
Come to your record release party, show you some shit
and make you piss on yourself
No guest list, I better get past this
type of motherf*cker to wait outside the club
for your black dumb-asses, I'ma have a contest
See which bitch-ass nigga get in they car the fastest
Strongarm your bodyguards with armed freebase smokers in a stolen Dodge
Pour gasoline down your shirt in the car garage
Yo black burn this nigga
Watch how Kentucky Fried I turn this nigga
Watch you sizzle like a well done (?) Frank
That's what you get for f*ckin with Hank
Give all your f*ckin credit cards, niggaz with ski masks
took your mink coats at Chemical Bank
Visa America take this shit fill up the gas tank
I told y'all I was gon' slap that motherf*cker
and baseball bat that motherf*cker
Your man with his bullshit mixtape ran out Hot 97 like a sucker
I'ma send a crackhead that needs money bad
at least to get one of you motherf*ckers
You owe me for damage
I know a Dominican that's ready to stab your f*ckin manager
Catch a homicide and catch a Greyhound bus out to Canada
[Chorus]
You f*cked it up for everybody
When I see you I'ma punch you in your f*ckin face
You and that other faggot ass nigga that rap witchu
I'ma catch you (?) Ensoniq or Platinum Factory
I know you be in f*ckin Chung King
I'ma search around motherf*ckin D&D
[Kool Keith]
F*ck you nigga, criticizin my shit, talkin behind my back
Youse a weak nigga, don't speak nigga, face the trigger
What you know about my shit?
Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it? You f*ckin hatin it
Backpack ass nigga, how you figure?
F*ck a cypher, I get live on your favorite ass corny ass niggaz
I'm a survivor, no village ass shit
Motherf*ckers walkin around tryin to be Bob Marley and Lenny Kravitz
That scarf shit around everybody's head is for faggots
Get on stage I throw lettuce and cabbage
You f*ckin with bad habits
Run up on you like 10 Puerto Ricans gettin out a f*ckin Chevrolet
I don't play, f*ck your bodyguard Big Rae
I chop your hands off and throw your f*ckin fingers in the ashtray
Dead-end, no backup, comin down to one-way
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Operation.. extortion [x4]
[Kool Keith]
Why you curse so much nigga? F*ck you, duck you
loadin this motherf*ckin tec up, there's a lot of things I must do
click up, shut the f*ck up, bukka, bukka, bukka
Fake-ass cast, counterfeit bitch-ass
I'ma see how long that choreographer dance shit last
Make you take the CD's out the shelf
Come to your record release party, show you some shit
and make you piss on yourself
No guest list, I better get past this
type of motherf*cker to wait outside the club
for your black dumb-asses, I'ma have a contest
See which bitch-ass nigga get in they car the fastest
Strongarm your bodyguards with armed freebase smokers in a stolen Dodge
Pour gasoline down your shirt in the car garage
Yo black burn this nigga
Watch how Kentucky Fried I turn this nigga
Watch you sizzle like a well done (?) Frank
That's what you get for f*ckin with Hank
Give all your f*ckin credit cards, niggaz with ski masks
took your mink coats at Chemical Bank
Visa America take this shit fill up the gas tank
I told y'all I was gon' slap that motherf*cker
and baseball bat that motherf*cker
Your man with his bullshit mixtape ran out Hot 97 like a sucker
I'ma send a crackhead that needs money bad
at least to get one of you motherf*ckers
You owe me for damage
I know a Dominican that's ready to stab your f*ckin manager
Catch a homicide and catch a Greyhound bus out to Canada
[Chorus]