Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool G Rap
Performer
The X-Ecutioners
Scratches
Big Punisher
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Composer
N. Wilson
Composer
A. Williams
Composer
R. Aguilar
Composer
K. Bailey
Composer
J. Wright
Composer
D. Matthews
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Cane for Chop Shop Ent.
Producer
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Oli Grant
Executive Producer
Brian Stanley
Recording Engineer
D. Matthews
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All of y'all rap ****, pay homage
When G raps, spit atomics
When verse crash to Earth like a comet
Raise the grommet, make hot lava spit out like vomit
We Vietnam it, scramble your brain like an omelette
Fling baby link to bond it, keeping you reek **** in bondage
A convict, you alarm, then we bombed it
We troll it, and take a terror squad to disarm it
We laying with grenades in our palms, two hours long
[Verse 2]
Ah shit, ****, you done got me started
Mama wanted a good boy
Instead she got a 400 pound retarded Bronx **** from the projects
What, ****? You don't want it?
Cock if you think you got it
You make me sick, fucking with Pun
You's a crazy bitch, hold 'em for ransom or cut off his tongue
In case he hands 86 cross his cheeks, 70 more 'cause talk is cheap
A buck 50 even, ****, that's regulation on the street
[Verse 3]
No man can go against me
You don't stop
You don't stop
[Verse 4]
Bottom of foxholes inside the trenches
Closing in for miles to inches
Killing the distance, enemy flinches
Death flinches left for Kid Litmus
Made mines behind the barbwire fences
Crossfire, ten wenches
Saw my man blow, bandana tied tight like Rambo
Burn a slug, make the land glow
**** screaming for medics and ammo
Every soldier in your camp go
[Verse 5]
Me and my man Joe got your back
AKA, Joey Crack, AK with the MAC, making my way through the pack
Everyday I gotta be strapped 'cause **** don't know how to act
You don't wanna go to the gat 'cause T-Squad gonna react
What do we got? Thugs and ammo
'Bout a hundred tons of guns and Rambos
Just in case you coming commando
I'm running Sopranos and Corleones with they own armies
And a couple morrenos that'll die for me
[Verse 6]
Hammers are lodged under the camouflage, here to take charge
Put a cap inside your cap and leave a four in your sarge
Killers are large, would you trade pound cars for sound hard?
For every round, sabotage, bodies hit the ground hard
[Verse 7]
That's a pound dog about to get down and put in work
Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skrrt, but it wouldn't merk
He glass, no gas, think fast, your ass too late, motherfucker
Pun and G Rap too fast
[Verse 8]
You want drama?
G Rap, Big Pun
X-Ecutioners style
Like you want drama
Kool G Rap, Big Pun
X-Ecutioners style
Like you want, you want, you want drama
Act like you want, you want drama
[Verse 9]
Word up, all y'all rap ****
We taking it to war, kid
Y'all **** stay the fuck behind enemy lines
Lose a fucking body part for this shit here
Word up, know what I'm saying?
G Rap, Big Pun
T-Squad, murder **** baby
X-men holding it the fuck down
No, word up
Them **** are wolverines and shit
Scratch some meat off a **** face
Y'all **** think it's a fucking joke
X-Ecutioners style
Written by: A. Williams, Christopher Rios, D. Matthews, J. Wright, K. Bailey, N. Wilson, R. Aguilar, nathaniel richards
