Lordz Of Brooklyn: Out to bomb

Put the pedal to the metal let's turn it outLet's show these motherfuckers what it's all aboutIs it all about the pride all about the crowdRun from a cop never drop on a dimePut your hands up cause I'm clockin' doughDon't never say a white boy ain't got no soulI ain't on parole never snitch to a fedYo the only fuckin' singin' is your girl in my bedI'm sick up to here with this and thatI ain't pushin' crack so step the hell backIt's the Lordz of Brooklyn in the house here to turn it outRight 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 frailTake me to the catacomb on the dragon's chromeAfter dark I leave my mark like it's etched in stoneI'm pure white heat I take a quantum leapI'm coming deep in the night like a nightmare in your sleepLike a Viking funeral I'm leaving shit burnedI said clowns get drowned when the tide gets turnedWe're the Lordz we sport the crowns we're the kings undergroundWhat comes around goes around and it brings you right down[Chorus][Verse Three]I'm on a sixth probation or should I say vacationVickin' motherfuckers when they're steppin' in my stationStalkin' through the tunnel with a shank in my handPenetrate that fuckin' lung let it flow like a damSomething's up with Kaves something's up with KavesYo you gotta get made madeYo you gotta get paid paidI'm the king of enamel the crazy ducky boy wearing flannelI climb the Verrazano eat my pasta with RomanoThe Brooklyn mutt is about to go rabidKillin' motherfuckers is my only bad habitPunks jump up and I'm doin' 'emMy Louisville broke so I switched to aluminumYo lemme tell you somethin' about the Verrazano BoysWe made a lot of noise beatin' up them toysIf you stepped to the crew or even walked on the fameYou know you got stomped by a big ink stain1995 we're called Lordz of BrooklynStep on the turf and your wallet's gettin' tookin'Vamped thrown to the curb had a lotta nerve to steppin' on my turfNow you're gettin' whacked! Pow! Whacked with a batNow you're suckin' on the dust from my black CadillacHere I come big shots it's ADMLeader of the pack who don't give a damnPass me the wine lemme throw it downYou heard what's on my mind now check the sound[Chorus]