[Bitch]

Even though we love you

You know we don't have that much time

To really, really, really fuck with you

(X2)

Fuck with yoouuu



[Fam]

I be cuttin' the fuck up and down

Side to side, all around

All the time, often now (with a raw sound)

Who's the man, damn, Fam can jam

Rush, rumble, ram, slam

And kickin' tall cans



[Diesel]

Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses!

I'm next up to flex, mic checks to address this

Feelin, feelin

I got a feelin

Adrenaline, got me tremblin

I got the style

Can't hold it back cos I'm too damn wild



[Fam]

Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow

Hell yeah - y'know

Same brotha, scarface, braided afro

Outlaw, Rottin Raskal



[Diesel]

Guess who, the hooligan you hate to see

Yesterday was in your face, but now I'm in your TV

The same nigga from Da Bricks

Fightin clicks for kicks

I don't care; I really don't give a damn

Smack yo' up and pass you to my swingin Fam



[Fam]

Poof, now be gone (OK)

Cos this is how we play every rottin' single holiday



Chorus-

A-yo, here we go, here we go

Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go

(X2)



[Fam]

A-yo, a-yo, is it so, is it so?

Please tell me no, oh no, no, oh no, no

You claim to be schizophrenic

But practically panic

When me and my clique roll tight and thick

Like the Titanic

They should have it banned

Ghetto pass revoked, stands branded

My choke, you couldn't manage

The yolk do too much damage



[Diesel]

Pop goes the Diesel

No, never that, don't try and dirty-mac

You rodent, you river rat

Raps counter-react, they counter-attack

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