Kick ah hole in your speaker/ a little angel dust make for more potent reefa/ fuck your cell phone, ah land line and ah beeper/ ah middle school student who be fingah bangin' teachers/ 10,11,12teen cold shoulders we hold heaters/
These words are so simple so please listen clearly, I didn't bring my weapon, but if I did yo it's tucked away, ain't no stressin/ ain't no question/ and if I gotta pull it out then no second guessin/ it's lethal/ that's what you and my scope have in common, you see thru/ Shotty holes in your body got the kids playing peek-ah-boo/
Let the music play/ you won't get away/ so go away/ wanna squash the beef bring Farrakhan to parley/ 12teen, we all day.
Fuckin up the sidewalk/ cookin chalk/ eatin sheet rock/ holdin down the block/ me and my flock/ little lamb, you know what the choice is/
A wolf in sheep skin clothing and a gang of divorced chicks.
Positive even when I'm trappin/ you got china white, mine is Anglo-Saxon/ F the encore let's get right to the clappin.
Realer than R Kelly because I done pissed on more broads prob'ley/
Realer than ah pill slipped by ill Bill Cosby/ Realer than Donald fuckin up the --- economy/ Realer than po-po and protesting homo's (that last one) cause we quick to get shit done/ Kick you in the nuts for fun and run...
(Can't Can't Stop, We Can't Can't Quit)
Cloud Crowd, we some fuckin Gummo kids, forgotten rotten, that smell from the fridge is so toxic. Leave a scar on the wound, so we could know how painful times can get/ if I forget/ pick up the phone play me this song off cassette. Until then, stay calm/ bring the wrath I'm Khan/ flow is liquid form/ so liquid it bond in an instant/ ask me I lived it/ I'm my own harshest critic/ my number two is civic/ but I bet the lead would make ah niggas shoulders pivot.
(Can' Can't Stop, We Can't Can't---)
I die for my fam, I die for my team/ fuck it, I'll take a couple shots for cream/ you now rockin to the sound of Rodamez Raheem/ bumpin out the boombox of Radio Raheem--(No Relation!) Dag Nab-it i'm off on a tangent/ A tragic romantic drop bombs like a vagabond somewhere in Baghdad blowin' up!/ or showin up/ like Sho'nuff at the movies rollin up...