(Say, Face .. ^!$$%, I think I can fade you now)
What, fade me how?
(Sheeit, on this rap %#@!)

Come on, ^!$$%..

I brought my chopper and my hard hat

The %#@!'s $#&@ed up now show a ^!$$% where the war at
Cause I'm about to clean house
Stick this a.k. up your $$# and blow that $#&@er clean out

Cause you ^!$$%s in the wrong
You came up short and now we fin to get it going on
I ain't your average mother$#&@er

You step out of line and watch a mother$#&@er bust ya
Cause you done came at me the wrong way
I ain't no Clint Eastwood, ^!$$%, and you done picked the wrong day

So bring your $$# to the battleground
Rat-a-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound
Avoid no ^!$$%s cause ^!$$%s be human

I squeeze the trigger and ^!$$%s be moving
Cause I don't point it in the air and pull the trigger (why?)
I'd rather point it at your $$# and watch the ^!$$% die

I gives a $#&@ about your team mates
When it's all said and done you're gonna wish you never seen 'face
You shoulda seen that lil ^!$$% Brad

James through here, seen Dave and, yo that ^!$$% bad
And your homies better stand still
Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you (*##$es cause the man will

Don't bring your $$# to my picnic
Cause I done had it up to here with all you ^!$$%s talking that (*##$ %#@!
So you better get your %#@! right

I'm from the state where you rarely see a mother$#&@ing fist fight
It's all about the gun blast
So you can miss me with that bull%#@! you spitting with your punk $$#

It's the diary of a born killer
Don't have to worry about me falling off this thang cause I'm a strong ^!$$%
Doubt my regard of the hard

With ^!$$%s behind me from East Oakland to the South Park
I've got the mind of the man right behind ya
You can run, you can hide but I'll still find ya

Like I say there's no getaway
And I'm gon' have it where your family'll have to throw your %#@! away
It's the return of the real ^!$$%s

I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill ^!$$%s
I'll bust that $$# on the $#&@ing double
So push on with that ho %#@!, (*##$, cause you don't want trouble

So get your $$# up of my shoestrings
And let your shermed ^!$$% do things


Ay, ay, ay where you fin to go, fool?
(I can't $#&@ with it, you got it, man)
Come on, man .. you wanna rap, ^!$$%?

(I can't do it) Come on
You see, you see! That's how mother$#&@er is, dogg
That's how mother$#&@ers be, punk $$# hoes

You mother$#&@ers better quit $#&@ing with me like this
That's really doe