today, this world belongs to the USA And we'll roll in and kill yer kids, if you disagree Chorus Well, we'll roll in and smoke 'em out their holes
[Scratches:] What i mean is basically there's no-one The hunt on emcees brings investigation This goes out to all you ugly rappers Pretty rappers,
get to wellin on em from the dome After I trail em home I like to catch em alone and STRANGLE em with the microphone And drag em back to Project Blowed
dormant and digging in crispy portions Corporates fund, allure 'em, and they whore 'em Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more important forums for 'em
know them rappers with the heart and guts Party faces on, let's get this motherfucker started up Pop a bottle, crack a bitch, the rest I gotta figure out Smoke
Got 'em moving they head cause it's on hit Now they want long dick, but too late, I'm gone bitch Hanging with the famous Dangerous Crew, smoking dank
the highest mountain yelling out "mayday!" G-A-B, the great annihilator of the way they Be all on sacred sceptre jocking, like a Pele Soccer ball, kick em all, drop em
Crab dude Me love to smokin' chronic, drink O.E. and act a fool Some Crab in me hood losin' life for ?? chip Me happy to Glock and got and show 'em for
fun and don't forget Niggaz been down every since motherfuckin' day one I smoke bud! Fuck these niggaz smokin' loop I ?hear? WOOP WOOP when I scream WOOP out
kind Check out the ripsta, now, drop down Run 'em up outta me hood Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be Me put 'em
thuggas Rippin bucks up bloody clothes Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down Buckin' them coppas down Round after round after round Bloody bodies badges spread out
fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em
my sneakers I wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakers The object of your affection is the tree-top connection Or basically you love to smoke
gon' trap men Addicted to the thrill of the hunt and big action I don't bungee jump or skydive to get a rush Tying punks up, lumpin' em up is fun enough
broads will let you hit their clit and poop chute And lick your dick like their tooting flutes Next stop! I picked up a rowdy bunch on an emcee bounty hunt
ll be over, brother Thanks to our helping commitment to kill each other And we can't go out like that So we gotta reload that gat And hunt down that white
man like me just care for seein Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak The average Bun B Texas loc' The savage choked out, smoked out up in the
hole and heat up Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style