was lookin for me
Well it's sort a like you lookin to
be in the wrong place
With your arms waving getting
took for ya things
That ice emblem ya Ben jamin
and ya Timberland
My raps finish em like strokes
to black citizens
Attack ya woman friend
Pull her hair 'till it's straight
like she half Indian
Collapse many men doin laps
around meridian
Aim for ya chest like I'm a titty man
With a fetish for feelin him with
a iron fist that lift like helium
What y'all niggas want shock therapy
Ya pop barely and fold up
Ya never blow up no
You full of hot air to me
Another rapper claimin he hot
But couldn't be if he was
Damien's pop
That was once an angel from God
Get my jock out ya mouth
now that I'm hot
Can't believe nigga's a stoop so low
til they limbo with the cock
Well I'm
Tryin to get over like
a Alche to sober nights
Y'all niggas ain't spittin y'all
just soakin mic
Getting hot headed
But my shoulders ice that's why
I catch the cold eye
That's why you catchin holes
guy inside ya four door ride
I let four more slide from out
the barrel
Then my nigga speeda punch you in
ya back to knock you out apparel
What you want, what you want,
where you at, where you at
What you want, what you want,
where you at, where you at
You lookin for me un der a rock,
a bush, or a tree
I jump on ya block and stomp
you til my foot is asleep
What you want, what you want,
where you at, where you at
What you want, what you want,
where you at, where you at
You lookin for me run in ya
spot bullet and heat
I bust off a glock and snuff you til you
put in the deep
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and get it
Get ya best nigga out ya brigade Bet
everything becomes vague
Clothes become beige
And hearing sweet serenades
and grenades
I bomb like Saddam twice
Smoke fills the room like
the intercom vice
I'm wicked enough to punch you
in your inner mind's eye
Until you black out and wake
up within the land of Mt. Zion
Wack niggas get screamed on
And highly retire
I got the eye of the tiger
like Rocky's theme song
Step in the concrete jungle
I bust you 'till you see doubles
Then watch all four of
me reach for you
The heat bubble ready to cock back
I'm aimin shots at any nigga
I even got midgets with triggers
hittin the side of top hats
Ready to kill ya
We fully armed like Dr. Octagon
Skinny limbs that flip cocky arm
Cough up lung if you wanna tango
Best run ya ankles
You ain't fly
Ya vocals sound dry like
they under rain coats
And the same niggas that's still after me
They get chills when
it get back to me
Then peel back they feet like an
athelete
Then when they turn they back
to me dramatically
Them and the ground collide til they pop up on the
other side with the Japanese
I mean business
To oppose would be suicide
Ya middle name would be
mud like kahlua slide
All you hear is slugs
So you move and dodge
And try to run for cover
I'm on some other, other, other
Skip ya level I'm above that So what you love
Ha huh say
What you want, what you want,
where you at, where you at
What you want, what you want,
where you at, where you at
You lookin for me under a rock,
a bush or a tree
I jump on ya block and stomp
you til my foot is asleep
What you want, what you want,
where you at, where you at
What you want, what you want,
where you at, where you at
You lookin for me run in
ya spot bullet and heat
I bust off a glock and snuff
you til you put in the deep
Say uh
If you
want it come an d get it
If you want it,
come
and get it
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and
get it
Come and get
it
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and get it