IntroChorus: (x6)



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1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and



Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz



???? rappers are full of this since I'm a Don I'm pullin out a hit

cos I'm fired up I'm tired of all the bullshit

Flavor Unit it's time to attack the prey

So make way for hip hop's green beret

Bring on the refills you see we feel

the name of the brain game is kill or be killed

I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?

Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die

We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore

Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door

Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt

You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck!'

I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat

After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street

My tactics are drastic and real fast

I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass

I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem

To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem

So don't whisper or make a sound or croak

Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat

Everyday all day this be the hard way

Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day

Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin rappers out

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Chorus (x3)



Verse 2: Apache



Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact

You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format

While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised

Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain't got shit to lose

Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up

You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up

If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame

handicapped, crippled and "pussy" w