[Intro]

Hell yeah

This is how we supposed to do

Uh-huh, Black Fist we gon' do?



[Chorus]

Drop the grenade, niggas ain't larger

Time to get paid, you're in the alarm

Rappers get slayed, and they cause no harm

I'm about to lay, hey, can I get some?



[King Just]

Yo, come get a fuckin taste of reality

Casualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxy

Battle me, your styles a game like Sorry

Or like Atari, I'm gnarly just like a Harley

Davidson, I take on the bravest one

And turn into that bitch ass nigga he was

Cuz, ain't no fakin and no playin

And every word that I say, is every word that I'm slayin

Oh God, why do they think I'm broad

Is it my lyrics is hard or is I'm wit the Mob

From the Six, now all these rappers talkin shit

But I must be schemin on my life to make hits

Black Fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised

Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry

But I'mma ride, this beat like girls ridin my meat

Fuckin wit Just, that's like swimmin in Shit's Creak

Wit diarrhea, oh mamma mia

Skills is ill, real faster than a cheetah

In a jungle, and I'mma watch ya empire crumble

If rap was football, ya niggas would of been fumble



[Chorus]



[King Just]

Back up, back up, yes Zoo's in town

Wit the new twist and a brand new sound

What you want? Ya niggas ain't ready for war

Cuz it take ten more, before I get raw

Hardcore, off the wall hip hop

Nonstop, settin up shop on your block

Wit glocks, let ya brain rot

Mob tactics, bustin shots, there's a freeze on the pop

What blood clot? Means no money, no honey

And that's what make us better than you dummies

Sayin all types of shit like Shaolin wouldn'