Chorus (Kangol Slim):
Come take a walk with the Villains,
And you`ll see that I`m down for the killin`,
And you`ll know that I straight represent,
P-N-C and Black Menace, please don`t get it bent,
No mercy, mercy, mercy,
Everybody cannot pump the, pump the party,
We show no mercy, mercy, mercy,
Everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me
(Misdemeanor)
Nigga I will wet`cha, as if I was rain up on a rainy day,
`Cept I don`t rain with water, I rains with my rainy K,
Bullets, it don`t take nothin` but a sec to pull it,
And release these slugs to your dome piece, now be deceased,
Fuckin` with me is like walkin` over boilin` lava,
Bein` choked by a piece of barbed wire,
Nigga retire, I`m on fire,
Burnin` emcees as if they were standin` ten feet away from the sun,
Nigga ya done,
Buckin` and killin` and robbin` niggas I never did it,
But if a nigga`s too close or disrespects he gotta get it,
And they`ll be askin` who did it and got away with it,
It`s that seventeenth survivor just forget it,
Admit it, B-M and P-N-C love makin` M-O-N-E,
Y, forever gettin` high, do or die
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(Kangol Slim)
Come take a walk with me, styles I per-fect,
Lyrically I`m gifted, burn ya like an antiseptic,
Gimme the microphone, mic check and I`ll wreck it,
The best thing to do is respect it or check it
(Misdemeanor)
Your games are over, I`m shuttin` you down like A-T-F,
I`m bringin` the noise, puttin` it in the octave bass cleft,
Better watch your step, the wrong move`ll get you stuck,
Out of luck, and have your life straight fucked,
It`s that skinny one, the red one, the big zag,
Fake niggas can`t see me, cuz they blind to the facts,
Wise like an owl, got the power to devour,
Destroy cowards, every minute in an hour,
It`s my mental, plus my pencil, and my paper,
That make`em catch the vapors, and wanna do a caper,
If you comin`, I got the welcome without the thank you,
Here`s some Scarface mafia shit, that`s gone stank you,
The Partners and the Menace gone be tight to the finish,
We want everything, from potatoes to the spinach,
Green? We want it all,
Ninety-seven we gone ball,
Whoever don`t like it, fuck all y`all
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(Threat)
Come take a walk with a villain nigga, ain`t nothin` to a cap-peelin
Where I`m from, it`s either kill or have your nap spillin`,
Adapted killin` as a youngsta,
Jack mode niggas and then I tell you
best to empty your pockets like a dumpster,
Who wants some? Fuckin` with the gun or it`s on,
Here`s a six feet tomb for you bustas headed home,
Body, dreaded dome, soldier twisted up from the South,
Claimin` Boot Camp til` I die, fuck what you bout,
Playa challenge your will, challenge your steel, bullets start racin
It`s the threat, turnin` niggas into a heart patient,
The narcs, chasin` panic and Luciano,
Real niggas with power, others turnin` sour, look,
Hangin` from the tower, it`s P-N-C and the menace,
Still bringin` drama, this squad is in it to win it,
Pierce your wig, you finished, niggas become the away,
Fuckin` with the Crescent City killas, this N.O.L.A., nigga!
Chorus
