Lyrics
i got that one punch K.O., aye yo
the tyson of rap is back, so you better lay low jack
its a fact, no jokin my tact,-ics so openly dras-tic
so focused in fact, that when i pop in the place
my opponents'll dash, throw me the cash,
ima come back, smokin ya stash
get smashed left trashed, in a basket wrapped in
fuckin plastic, then you get thrown, in a casket
....you al-most had shit....but you fucked up
like you fuckin smokin that crack shit
you wack kid, kinda like a dick ya hand
you all played out, kinda like ya chick wit my mans
ohhh noooo....u aint gotta know about that
cuz you hand cuff ho's, whatchu know about rap?
im the man, im the one, wit the mic in my hands son
you better get back, for its your life that is canned up
betta getcha mans son...
[hook]
yeah we comin for you
what the fuck wan' do?
we the mixtape kings...
what the fuck you gonna do?
when this shit comes through
betta getcha whole crew
cuz we bringin that heat
what the fuck you gonna do?
[verse 2]
when this tape starts circulate-in -- up in the streets
you be like "what the fuck. they ru-in'in me
yo this shits so tight -- wit A-Q on the mic
fuckin burnin up crackas so learnin it right
got G-flow streamin like my songs on myspace
got you hys-ter-i-cal, like thongs on guys mane
and K. Woo, on these fuckin beats is nasty
like ya moms puss, take a look, it looks like ass b...
...and on the real, im the illest alive
you feelin my rhymes, for real, we be peelin ya spine
and guess WHAT (what what)
who's returnin to kill....its the legend motherfucker
you gon' learn it for real...
and oh -- six is the time, that the new cats shine
with some new phat rhymes, getcha crew flat lined
so you fuckin wit the label, putcha under the table
in a couple short years, you gon' see us on cable mothafucka
[verse 3]
yo these crackas from the o,-town are serious kid
you can catch me online i know you hearin my shit
cuz my page stats add up, like a big fat sack a--
fuckin crack, and a money stack, strapped wit a gat up--
in my back, so you know, i aint, playin around
you fuckin get back, or you fuckin lay in the ground, you no match
for this eastcoast, army of kings
you better bow down now, for we slaughter you think
before you speak, cuz you reap, what you sow, you know
one throw from the hole, leave you out on the road
its no joke...little man, you be under the sand
or better yet under the mud, you nuttin to us
fuck...im like fate, you cant, stop what i say
or what i do, what is destined, to happen you
is to meet you maker, or meet, the one greater
the one who makes tracks, fuckin hot as the equator
