orders from the words that I speak Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder You mess with me, you'll be 60 feet under In a jungle with a force
rate teacher readin and talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin" Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was frontin?" Talkin +Loud
you can't move around now Doin this for my clan that ain't around now Buried six feet deep beneath the ground now My loud sound pound down make the earth
'rybody dumb Green and googly wide-eyed and surprised Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried bride Effort to little hit now holla cry pride When the opposition forces
'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down your G-Force
' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental Auh shit say, "Stark-aligist, starks-aligist Fried fish halibut" Pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was born We elbowed our way inside loud
vipers Bloodsuckers who [Incomprehensible] juice then piss from diapers Met the Cavaliers at the Outback steakhouse Chicken cutlets supreme just for takeout One of them was forced
those to hunger the crave My Clan got rhymes for days to be skilled, it pays Most of them can't escape the solar rays Name a crew that can stop the force
enemy stuck a knife in Curtis I wake up in cold sweat, grab my Tec, I'm hopeless All my homies pullin on roaches of foul coaches Or loud explosives, return
to witness one of hip hop's greatest secrets That the record industry tried to hide Due to lack of promotion and scandalous intentions Priest was forced
's the moment of truth I flip on my sound system and let the bass loose The earthquake bass makes the walls all tremble A discotheque is what my room resembles How loud
too strong You don't have to check your record, it's not defective It's just the way we wanted it, pump it, get it? We like it loud, strong like a magnum force
Let's go, Shyne, pro, bust pipes get right Bang, stop, roll 'head throw the dice White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands America's number one dope
raisin', task force raidin' Bustin' at secret agents runnin' up out the Days Inn Roller, diamonds and mack-milla's Fillers and loud pipes for all my
make 'em dash Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash with the Titan The writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson I'm hypein' the crowd, keepin' 'em loud
an angry steed on a never ending course With grace and speed, it's an unrelenting force His head thrown back, defiantly proud Under constant attack, it's blasting fast and loud
Check this out When she come and pick me up we just be cruisin', cruisin' Riding down p street with the music up loud System in the back in the lap Oh
mother fucking face Who am I? A to the mother fucking K Who am I? Belo mother fucking Zero Who am I? Niggas Ain't Ready to Die I hear some niggas talking loud
