your ass better fight back And you bet' not run and let it get back to mom Cause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh) And, momma ain't raised no chumps
'Tis the season to be jolly Jolly, for what? Hell if I know I just don't get it, tell it like it is It's on, truth hurts, yo It's like the sun in the
stretched out, with his chest out And a mess out in Brooklyn Y'all motherfuckers is back? Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act Y'all motherfuckers attack
fosho, Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas hell no, Fools ready to die, Don't be afraid, Bring your gun and your sac 'causez we under attack, Verse 1:
phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please/ We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell
it Do this smooth and easy like So we might get hyped in here tonight Be nice, relax, MC's further back If you ain't with that I'm-a have To attack you
so quick Comin' back at cha, can't go back at cha Catch this fast ball I'm throwin' at y'all Wake up and smell the coffee, I'm back now Thanks for keeping
in my hand And I'm screamin' Lord please Gotta take the pain away Will I live to see another day? I was, boring in heaven, raised in hell Fightin demons off my back Attack
I'ma raise hell and truly I'll react and you will get attacked world-wide My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back? [Q] No question,
, but they damn good actors From population, through the math I subtract them You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya Pitbull attack
shit imagine that I'm blowin on a hoe that's strong enough to kill the Cadillac By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack Give me a brick
accused to the news I kick the blues I stand accused, I refuse I hear 'em talkin' and walkin' behind my back I'm attacked Fuck the knife in the back
juices flow from the crack Gonna peel you out of your protective shell Or I might have to break right in there and raise some hell I don't have no grand
flow from the crack Gonna peel you out Of your protective shell Or I might have to break right in there And raise some hell I don't have no grand plan
keep haunting me They just keep coming back for more The eyes of the insane On a demented campaign Flashbacks, panic attacks Death raising his ugly
off and die, fuck off and die, die [Incomprehensible] You're waiting for that moment Forget it and don't lose your time Don't want to become like that There's many times to raise hell
From the front to the back we attack That's when the sky turns black Divided by all our own means Divided by lines you can't see We've raised our fists
the box Collecting your props, you think you're getting your nots Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya pops Ringing the bell, ringing 'em hell