Ah, hip, Swass, down to be the boss
Hustlin', movin',
punks gettin' tossed
Stop, it's cocked move back
Don't make a move or I'll drop
you in your tracks
Growin', blowin', not hype I'm hy per
I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper
Woo, too swift for the criminals
Banks never gonna measure my decibels
Get it up, this beat's so crazy
Punks like you don't phase me
Big man, muscle in the window
Kickin' live in a four door Benzo
Ripped, with muscles I'm
furious
Emcees almost hip gettin' curious
Mix- A- Lot the maker of revenue
Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue
Cadillac, some think I'm a mover
But the gold on the wheels might moo ya
I'm in effect with an
other funky groove
Posse up, Mix- A- Lot is on the move
Attack!
Oh, here we go,
I dropped my mi crophone
Picked it up,
now I'm back on your stereo
Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz
Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
There's the more, now I know you hear it
Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics
You jump, I attack like a animal
No pity, no show at your funeral
Punk, your rap's illiterate
want to box boy don't
consider it
Ingenuous, used to be a good boy
Nine millimeter got my new toy
Let's go, shuffle for the right shot
Stick and move if you want
but you'll get caught
Criminals on the set you ain't nothin'
Big Boss in effect I ain't bluffin'
What about this other group,
dressed like G- Q
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
You call yourself rappers,
crack another joke
You old smoker, take another tote
You bought 'caine back in San Diego
I saw it when you laid it on the table
Big disappointment to your fans
You want to throw,
let's go for the floor man
Woo, that's controversy
Yeah I said it, and I show no mercy
Superstars watch your back
Yo D, your game was whack
Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead
Your girl calls my name in your bed
Fire, this beat's so hard
New song my Attack on the Stars
Time is run
Time is running out
No time, my rhyme's runnin'
out a fuel
Here's the part you decide
if you want to do
Count it up,
the dockets from the Swass tour
Buckle up for the pain you will endure
Movin', runnin', slick plus cunnin'
Girlies on my straw cause I
rap so stunnin'
Loaded with ammunition,
Uzi ammunition
Tongue lashin' suckers,
black it like a statistician
Satisfied never, nothin' could be better
Roll a gold Caddy,
wearin' white troop leather
Packin' dual handguns,
rippin' up the nation
Droppin' enemies so hard, they
type, they wouldn't want none
Inhale, here we go again
The story of my life,
every day's a perfect ten
Always gettin' caught with
tactical equipment
Bringin in my Uzi on the U- P- S shipment
Cut 'em, droppin' 'em,
no one says I copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me
that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school,
make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you
will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation
dominated by your flow
But I'm comin', radio or not
It's your record label,
they kept me on the block
My posse's new at titude
No mercy on the stars,
and that includes you
So what is it man What's this