Lyrics

[Intro] BKI (Big Kids Incorporated) BKI (Big Blaze Ya Dead Homie) BKI (Jamie Madrox, yo, yo, yo) BKI (Let 'em know) [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] These rap cats wanna do me Pull they trigger, watch they bullets flow right through me I'm not [?] competition 'cause I don't represent what they do But I'm competent to when a wise guy's a fool And you a puss ass, you ain't got no game or cash With little to no tellin' with your weak rhymin' ass Go on and blast, and for your sake, I hope you hit 'Cause if you leave me alive, I'ma snuff you, bitch Worry about me? You should worry about them skills And then you wouldn't have to flip them burgers to pay bills And you wouldn't havе to hate on motherfuckers likе me For trying to get on and grab a piece of the industry I'm knee-deep in the trenches, you ain't know If they talkin' hard, cock the hammer back and let it go Said I'm knee-deep in the trenches, you ain't know Cock the hammer back and let the fucker go [Chorus] (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] [?], and I waste no time When I'm on the microphone, I blast off like a nine And ambush any suckers out to raid my camp But this is BKI, and we've been around like food stamps You can't even match a third of my skills So we both know you [?] And the shit you spit on record is irrelevant, son How many people really coppin' the [?] with the diamonds in 'em You played yourself, and your crew is suspect Or should I say they just target practice for my musket They just weak, and if they speak again, I'll slap 'em So hard that they mama won't even know what happened Gotta teach 'em repercussions [?] out the mouth We'll see you in a pine box, never gettin' out When you talk, you best to get your shit correct and We paid dues in this bitch, we earned the right to be respected [Chorus] (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] I've been wondering what the fuck they be talking about Open they mouth and the words be falling right out Hard as cement and twice as ignorant Looking to start shit on account of their disappointment It ain't my fault, plus what you got to be mad about? You the one top ten with thirty K in your mouth I'm the one underground and just feeling it out [?] while you're rocking the shows Inside, I'm outside with mixtapes and furious cuts Twelve tracks of the fat man for ten bucks Yeah, that's what's up, I'm him, and it's dope Play it in your ride when you smoke, you'll be sold I'm old, but not in the sense of the real word I'm just meaning I ain't new to the curb, I'm like herb Put some smoke in the air and just bump that And keep your mind on your music if that's where your heart's at [Chorus] (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam) Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam) [Outro] Original BKI That's right, BKI Big Kids Incorporated [?]