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IntroChorus: (x6)
1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and
Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz
???? rappers are full of this since I`m a Don I`m pullin out a hit
cos I`m fired up I`m tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit it`s time to attack the prey
So make way for hip hop`s green beret
Bring on the refills you see we feel
the name of the brain game is kill or be killed
I`m an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door
Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
You ask why? My reply is `I don`t give a fuck!`
I`m a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill ya, I`ma leave ya body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
I`m more than a threat, I`m a problem
To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don`t whisper or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
Everyday all day this be the hard way
Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, we`re takin rappers out
1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
Chorus (x3)
Verse 2: Apache
Here comes trouble and it`s all that, in fact contact
You`re next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain`t got shit to lose
Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame
handicapped, crippled and `pussy` w
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