[Bitch]
Even though we love you
You know we don't have that much time
To really, really, really fuck with you
(X2)
Fuck with yoouuu
[Fam]
I be cuttin' the fuck up and down
Side to side, all around
All the time, often now (with a raw sound)
Who's the man, damn, Fam can jam
Rush, rumble, ram, slam
And kickin' tall cans
[Diesel]
Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses!
I'm next up to flex, mic checks to address this
Feelin, feelin
I got a feelin
Adrenaline, got me tremblin
I got the style
Can't hold it back cos I'm too damn wild
[Fam]
Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow
Hell yeah - y'know
Same brotha, scarface, braided afro
Outlaw, Rottin Raskal
[Diesel]
Guess who, the hooligan you hate to see
Yesterday was in your face, but now I'm in your TV
The same nigga from Da Bricks
Fightin clicks for kicks
I don't care; I really don't give a damn
Smack yo' up and pass you to my swingin Fam
[Fam]
Poof, now be gone (OK)
Cos this is how we play every rottin' single holiday
Chorus-
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
(X2)
[Fam]
A-yo, a-yo, is it so, is it so?
Please tell me no, oh no, no, oh no, no
You claim to be schizophrenic
But practically panic
When me and my clique roll tight and thick
Like the Titanic
They should have it banned
Ghetto pass revoked, stands branded
My choke, you couldn't manage
The yolk do too much damage
[Diesel]
Pop goes the Diesel
No, never that, don't try and dirty-mac
You rodent, you river rat
Raps counter-react, they counter-attack
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