[Verse One]
Put the pedal to the metal let`s turn it out
Let`s show these motherfuckers what it`s all about
Is it all about the pride all about the crowd
Run from a cop never drop on a dime
Put your hands up cause I`m clockin` dough
Don`t never say a white boy ain`t got no soul
I ain`t on parole never snitch to a fed
Yo the only fuckin` singin` is your girl in my bed
I`m sick up to here with this and that
I ain`t pushin` crack so step the hell back
It`s the Lordz of Brooklyn in the house here to turn it out
Right in your face punk what`s it all about?
[Chorus]
I`m out to bomb!
Put it up! Get it on!
I`m out to bomb!
Put it up! Get it on!
[Verse Two]
I set sail like the holy grail the crusader don`t cater to no shit that`s frail
Take me to the catacomb on the dragon`s chrome
After dark I leave my mark like it`s etched in stone
I`m pure white heat I take a quantum leap
I`m coming deep in the night like a nightmare in your sleep
Like a Viking funeral I`m leaving shit burned
I said clowns get drowned when the tide gets turned
We`re the Lordz we sport the crowns we`re the kings underground
What comes around goes around and it brings you right down
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I`m on a sixth probation or should I say vacation
Vickin` motherfuckers when they`re steppin` in my station
Stalkin` through the tunnel with a shank in my hand
Penetrate that fuckin` lung let it flow like a dam
Something`s up with Kaves something`s up with Kaves
Yo you gotta get made made
Yo you gotta get paid paid
I`m the king of enamel the crazy ducky boy wearing flannel
I climb the Verrazano eat my pasta with Romano
The Brooklyn mutt is about to go rabid
Killin` motherfuckers is my only bad habit
Punks jump up and I`m doin` `em
My Louisville broke so I switched to aluminum
Yo lemme tell you somethin` about the Verrazano Boys
We made a lot of noise beatin` up them toys
If you stepped to the crew or even walked on the fame
You know you got stomped by a big ink stain
1995 we`re called Lordz of Brooklyn
Step on the turf and your wallet`s gettin` tookin`
Vamped thrown to the curb had a lotta nerve to steppin` on my turf
Now you`re gettin` whacked! Pow! Whacked with a bat
Now you`re suckin` on the dust from my black Cadillac
Here I come big shots it`s ADM
Leader of the pack who don`t give a damn
Pass me the wine lemme throw it down
You heard what`s on my mind now check the sound
[Chorus]
