Its the four alarm, ring dingaling warn them all
fat chain, four finger ring coat of arms
last name means I'm the king holdin court
the full four course, you a lean cuisine stroganoff
these niggas talkin beef knowin Chief own the farm
you in the streets but you'll never reach tour de force
I'm on that J Fonzarelli beat bruisin jaws
you on that play on your celly think yous the boss
I'm on that lay on your belly teeth chew the floor
Andre Roussimoff pedigree to the drawers
I do damage… then box em two handed
Hands is Houdini… watch your tooths vanish
I been bangin, these the triggers that I'm buckin wit
I'm Ben Franklin… these the niggas that I'm fuckin wit
tuck your shit cus I'm off of the chain
now untuck your shit son I'm off with the chain
this oxtail soup… suga for the booga like a
hot rail snoot… trap star admiral
Akbar Allahu, niggas call me "hard truth"
catch me out in Cali rollin fatties with Ma Dukes…
we fuckin classy… pink caddies and vermouth
Tower Isle beef patties and chartreuse


Its one take Jake in your set like a stuck tape
a nigga known to get the fuck face from a drum break
I gets down! Off the rack with a chuck steak
to slap on that ass for the damage a punch makes
I shut 'em down! Like Chuck got into gun play
and Flav dropped the rock instead opting to pump weight
I'll drag Pac and Scott Larock up to Pun's wake
with L, Big Poppa and his momma to touch base
And pump a round through your letterman stitch
shit was amateur hour 'for I stepped in this bitch
Cali Colombia, we call it calico
we ain't buyin pyrex for no casserole
son this live and direct Joe Navaho
slinging arrows at the Alamo till the canons blow
Juan Mcenroe my arms a catapult
twin pythons right cross can shatter hope
Hassan Chop got em open like saddle soap
that last lines for my moms, act like you know!