Tell em what it is This is a world - Premiere [Verse 1 - Royce] Look, I'm in a zone for rilla In a freezer with Medusa I'm fucking a stone-cold killer
whole faculty covered And spits more like an Iraqian thugging If you gonna take me, mommy I'm coming But if not, they can never break I'ma keep gunning and bust
's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio The _Sonic Jihad_ continues Where you either with us, or you against us Dogs of the world
either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold
gonna be Said he's wanna be, shorties gonna be a thug Said he's gonna be, one day he gonna be Say he wanna be, shorties gonna be a thug Said he gonna
So if you pimp, we even and bust a scudder on 'em Mighty L, the biggest, I mean rap religious Hit every country of the world, made 'em all dig us I got
shoot that fucking whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily [Fat Joe] It'll be a cold
a plate of spaghetti Im out cold all my teeth gold Plus i dont brush them Quarterback sneakin plus dont care(?) you rush em Bust em down bust em up
t groove to this Then you probably are dead So wave your hands in the air Bust a few moves, run your fingers through your hair This is it for a winter Dance to this an' you're gonna
in stores and yell, "Lay down" You flinch an inch AK spray down But I was lucky 'cause I never caught the hard time I was blessed with the skill to bust
He was big and bent and gray and old And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said, "My name is Sue! How do you do? Now you're gonna die" Well
p-noid. Let the whole world know; I'm a B. Boy! Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse I'm a B. Boy Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world
Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back Imagining me ending your world like Deep Impact Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
organization If it's gonna be shakin' it up, if it's gonna be cookin' it up If it ain't hustlin' and we got some skunk, we gonna be smokin' it up Well
closed Bricks in my truck while I ride slow, smoke yo fire dro No repercussions, he was disgusting Turn my volume under ten to keep my speakers from busting
Motherfuckers bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back (2x) Verse 1 Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door Nigga what you robbin me