[Sy Scott]
Yo, I`m a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician
Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking
Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen
With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin` it
We check the barrel and start respinnin` it
We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them
My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium
Stay grippin`` em, I`ve got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance
That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates
Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness
I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness
You be kiddin, soft like kittens
My grills are pit bulls they will kill when I say sick`em
Restrain me, restrict me
I`m arresting resistance, can`t be apprehended nigga
[Chorus]
You got a problem with E
If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me
[Icarus]
Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee
Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake
Violate and I will retaliate
I don`t battle fake niggaz, I`m heavyweight nigga
GMG, fam, we gladly hotta
Behold the sorcerer`s stone like Harry Potter
And I`m like harry potta, we scary riders
Can`t get near the dadda, I swear to God I`ll come find where you hidin`
Have my high, finding beamers and ninas
Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna
I`m a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you
Ic` dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you
This message intended to, who`s ever offended duke
Yeah you my nigga, but you could still get it too
So don`t test me, I don`t wanna do this shit to you
[Chorus]
[Red Cafe]
Live from the NY state
And I got one question, guess what`s in my waste
Ya`ll got me pisted off slick talk
To get that Jacob watch, I`ll cut your wrist off
I`m in the limo too long to turn
And this motherfuckin` dutch taking long to burn
I`m impatient, this is a song you learn
Make money, take money, and I`m hear to confirm my occupation
The new boss of course, the new Porsche
I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off
You too soft, Red Cafe from New York
I tell a bitch quick, I`m hot can`t cool off
I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos
My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro
It`s R.C. nothing phony about me, with E double the O.G. you know me
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor
I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters
I run DMCs, from rappers that`s petter piper
I am the big apple, ain`t nobody ripper man
I`m not M.J. I`m a lover and a fighter
That`s why I`m in D.C. now, looking for the sniper
I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands
Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man
I did time, a thirteen year bid
I`m gutter E, I`m hanging on the side of crib
I`m a fan, but I hate what you`re doing
Whenever you performing shows it`s me booing
Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty
Dog, ya need more team to get me
I`m a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
