"This.. should be played at high volume

               Preferably.. in a residential area"

[The Lady of Rage]

Now I'ma kick up -- dust, as I begin to bust

on the wick-wack, fucked up suckers ya can't trust

When I kick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up

when I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up

or get slapped with the swiftness

If you think you're swift with the gift Merry Christmas

Now stuff that in your stockin

I'm knockin em out the box 'n'

knockin em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is rockin

Breakin em down to the -- slab

Takin em down on their -- ass

Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uhh?

Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin paddle

Rattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane

Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain

or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel

Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level'

You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!

I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet

then bite the dust and wipe the fuss

Do what I must, and what I must - is bust

the bubble, or choose some trouble, for you

So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin through

               {*cut n scratch* "Some cool shit" 2X*}

               {*"Boo-yaa! Spittin out buckshots" -> B-Real*}

[Kurupt]

I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cat

Lynchin, as a hit, misses the roll of dice

Pushin packs to make a profit

Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid

I'm livin large like a fat bitch

So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, for the faggots

This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless

Murderin millions of niggaz so who's first to diss

They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this

Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss

Put to sleep, lovin the lyrics I leave in the minds of each

Roogh when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece

So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz

You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga

Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga

you wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga

I make em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy Swaggart

I'm a good tracker, scopin your girl then watch me tag her

Pullin steel like a stunt

Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so

here to torment I put track on crack

And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac

Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief

Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th

               {*"A to the motherfuckin K*" -> Cypress Hill}

[RBX]

Back in the days, niggaz they use to scrap

but now in ninety-two, niggaz they pull they strap

cause umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot

niggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to loot

Execute, boot, stompin

Black soldier, here to teach and mould ya

The innovator, dominator, narra-rator

R-B to the motherfuckin X -- flex wicked

Stylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by a

maniac, with a gat

See nowadays niggaz is like that

I pull my trigger back, the bullets go

BO! BO! BO!   Now I'm on Death Row

Fuck it, niggaz goin wild

Everynight they shoot, it's like Bei-rut

Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest

anytime steppin through my hood

But that'll do you no good

One slug to your face, no haste

you're gettin smoked like wood

Nasty nigga bloody pumps face flat

on the concrete, here comes the white sheet

Mr. Coroner, cocked with some yellow tape

but, the murderers escape

Audi like 5 G's