Intro:

Uh, check it out

No doubt son

Flatbush nigga

Yes yes y'all

It's that Hall Of Fame joint

This how we do it, tell em son



[Rampage]

Aiyo I pack more students, than whole Westberry

I'm legendary, I'm killin mad brothers at the ferry

I brings it all the time, I'm nice with mine

I be damn if I let the next nigga take mine

I'm like a 97 Blazer, I'mma phase ya

That's word on my Goddaughter Salasia

I take it to the street, like the average doopy brother

I'm N.Y.P.D. like New York Undercover

Money's bustin out my socks, from Flatbush to HeadCox

Flipmode iz my Squad, plus we got it on lock

When I roll up on ya set and bust two to your chest

I'mma show brothers thru ya bullet proof vest

I'm the blast master, just like KRS

Yo who wants to test the Boy Scout for real?

Yo i'm that rugged scout that a punch ya in ya grill

In ya grill, in ya grill, I'm in ya mothafuckin grill



Chorus 2X: Rampage

I refuse to lose, I pay dues up in this game

I should be awarded to be in the Hall Of Fame

Rollin with my Squad that's how I maintain

I should be awarded to be in the Hall Of Fame



[Rampage]

I run up in ya jurisdiction, make you catch the Holy Ghost

Worser than the worst Christian

I'm in this rap game now front save that bullshit

Cuz I'm not the one, I'm my moms last son

I fly you like Brisco, eat ya like Nabisco

I rock heads from St. Louis to San Francisco

I turns it out, Boy Scout is a warrior

I stomp thru ya crew, like Hurricane Gloria

Fuck the World Senate, I'm in it to win it

Lyrical Lieutenant, that's my word and you can print it

Take it how ever you want it, yo I did it

This is dedicated to those who bullshitted