Lyrics

Yo! You know what it is! Boxcutter, baby! We back up in here So it's time for all you (Queens) to fall back! We're the kings of thugs, don't get your jaw wired All you wankstas, we catch you gon fire Your rap career's over, your time's expired We never bow out, you gotta make us retire [x2] You's a bitch mothafucka, ain't nuthin' like us So keep ya mouth shut, son and don't make me buzz Coz there ain't no man more street than me I'm Ritchie Krutch, be down in history I'm worldwide known and well-respected You're just a local faggot, y'all ain't never been tested See if ?? go lockdown and your crew son, it don't play around BFL Crew hold the key to the City of Steel When you're there show respect and kneel (what?) My man Big Carl will knock your ass out with one jab J-Skin will turn your body to a slab If you's a snitch you better fear for your life Coz my man P2K will run across your face with his knife Aight, kid you better off to retreat and don't come back And make me buck this heat We're the kings of thugs, don't get your jaw wired All you wankstas, we catch you gon fire Your rap career's over, your time's expired We never bow out, you gotta make us retire [x2] They want the crown but can't take the crown Coz punks jump up to get beat down They want the crown but can't take the crown Coz punks jump up and get gunned down There you go again runnin' off at the mouth How you so gangsta and you live in your mom's house C'mon dude, you know you ain't gully Your life is fiction just like that movie Belly You should get a Oscar for being an actress Your rag is a rainbow, you probably got the package? Your sick and true colors shining thru Cyndi Lauper bites tougher than you Yeah, I said it, you ain't got no fight You look like a pitbull but got no bite One on one, you don't want none Crew vs. crew, you know how we do! We're the kings of thugs, don't get your jaw wired All you wankstas, we catch you gon fire Your rap career's over, your time's expired We never bow out, you gotta make us retire [x2] My nigga Nates does damage with a frozen one I suggest ya'll pack up your hoes and run This is BFL Crew, far beyond criminal Shout out to all my Pittsburgh generals Sandels, nasty vandals, Sam the Butcher puts ya asses on the mental .357 Smith-n-Wesson with a rosewood handle Nigga light a mothafuckin' candle This is BFL Crew, SPN district, we be gettin' down With mischief and nonsense Tomfoolery, straight skull dug Peace to Joey Knuckles and The Cap City Thugs How much nigga could a woodchipper chop If you put the nigga in a woodchipper face up? Straight up and down, backwards and sideways You ain't seen shit till you seen it my way We're the kings of thugs, don't get your jaw wired All you wankstas, we catch you gon fire Your rap career's over, your time's expired We never bow out, you gotta make us retire [x2]