Geto Boys: Declaration of war

It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names {*blam*} you pussy, {*blam*} cause you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is And hide behind that motherfuckin desk but when the truth's here it's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like Cause you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit [Chorus] Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamour And then they finally come to grips that this can happen to anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warning Follow the leader but be aware your opponent is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that [Willie D] Aight, let's get serious Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, PERIOD If you ain't feelin me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I cain't wait to kill one of you hoes It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha While your label only behind you greasin his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin and shit J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo' ass in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth [Bushwick Bill] Aight nigga; stab him in the leg in the chest in the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin handy shotty and a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody Bust him in the ass 'til he's still I'm Chuckwick bitch, your achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass-whoopin Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya [Chorus]