Lyrics

[Intro: Dankery Harv] Uh! Holla! Y'all think a nigga playing? Don't let me have to lace you up! Louder! Turn it up! J Dilla! Uh! Y'all niggas know! Bang it out, y'all! We bang it out, y'all! We bang it out, y'all! [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] Take notice, I'm jumping in the game head first And make the TEC jerk to cancel your network You feminine cats'll catch a bad one My gun gon' be there poking that ass with Magnums I spar with the best, just the first of my litter Come see the scars on my chest, we savage Ill style with extra static Before you talk shit, you better know the hearts of the niggas you walk with (feel it) This ain't no slap on the wrist shit, this sick shit Homicidal energy, something to empty clips with Negative, gutter This is what you want, this is what you get Take it in the brain, motherfucker This ain't no slap on the wrist shit, this sick shit Homicidal energy, something to empty clips with Negative, gutter This is what you want, this is what you get Take 'em in the brain motherfucker [Verse 2: J Dilla] It's the filth, the flawn, the flawn filth, the nightshift, the pimps The cars, the hard hitters, but giants Cats preparing for they last days like it's J2K But they way too late Wrap up a piece, ready to feast Maybe they'll save you a plate We out to take over your radio waves Nowadays I don't do it for the mics cause they pay for them things Fucking up letting Jay in the game I don't sleep, I, load the heat and wait to aim it and bang Guilt with Dilla Dawg, a dangerous game Yeah, and this ain't the slap on the wrist shit This big shit Feel more energy, somethin to smack a bitch with Gully, gutter, givin' you what you want Twistin' it up to take it to the head, motherfuckers [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] Extended families, my brotherhood Catch 'em in the face like a heavyweight with no guard Pardon me as I bogart Mature monster I outthink the average, but equally savage Send the generals of your roster I send 'em back in a sack Murder minister counter reacts and launches attacks ruthless Ten branches, ten nooses Ten necks, ten TECs and ten shooters Black booters, late night intruders You ever seen a panther maneuver? I'm even smoother, guy You might lose your eye Either way you choose you die, we cruising high River rules, July the fourth Slidin' off and fire the horse, .45 colt Niggas scatter from thunderous lightning bolts Rewrite your notes and recite them jokes, you like to quote I ice your throat, after that I'll slice your throat With the same razor use to slice the dope Not by me, but I know those types of folks, now calm down I never could put the firearm down That's why everything I do stresses Mom now [Verse 4: J Dilla & Guilty Simpson] Yeah, nigga First name J, Last name Deezy Here to change the game, playa, please believe me A cake boy 'til my heart stops pumping Mission complete when y'all niggas mouths stop runnin' Last name Simpson, the first name Guilty Taking the game further than most of you niggas will be A dread-narc 'til my heart stops pumpin' Destined for greatness when these A&Rs stop frontin' Motherfuckers