Ah, yeah, ya know what I'm sayin' Nine Trey, Brand Nubian in effect On ya motherfuckin' head, not givin' a fuck Word up, know what I'm sayin' In the wilderness of North America You like to taste the lead, well, get ya face fed After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart Now brothers talk shit and can't back it That's why I had to fit 'em for a full metal jacket Peel his cap once 'cause I know it's all it takes Watch the motherfucker fall and his body catch the shakes (Blast) Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye Ask the nigga how he figure, he was big enough to try The motherfuckin' G to the O to the D I told ya couple times that 'The Gods Must Be Crazy' But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission To get an autopsy, a raw CO, ya can't stops me Now tell me is there anybody else Before I put my AK back up on the shelf 'Cause I put in work like Job Corps Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for Their life by a knife or a gun So when ya see me comin', nigga run See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society A fuckin' menace to society Somebody's dead, a whole crowd forms The cops ain't even come yet and money's dead in the street Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin' Six girls cryin' wild 'cause money had a child A good dick couldn't even stand the 44 lick Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed casket And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends She says they strictly fuckin', I could get away from buckin' She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere And sex is but a word, it ain't shit, I ain't heard Tell my moms, I ain't leavin', my crew said to stay My crew, I'm believin', so fuck it anyway I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel And my crew from Courtland Ave, they always say they'll set it off And if I choose, who's somebody might die And if they don't die then they won't be able to walk Pump slugs in his back for talkin' pussy talk See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society A fuckin' menace to society See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society A fuckin' menace to society See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society A fuckin' menace to society