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WWF AGGRESSION

 

BIG SHOW - BIG

Well it's the Big Show!! Uhh..
I gas-hop when I hit my six-fo' pedal
I rock and got fans from ghetto to heavy metal
I took it to the next level - guard gated estates
and marble floors with the the slight bezel
Aiyyo I hit the freeways to keep my guns tonin
Get high, start zonin, get paranoid and leave my pits roamin
Then gently, slide into the seat of my Bentley
Hit the town and if you hate then you're jealous evidently
I'm full platinum for the millenium, my ice bigger
Touch my watch or my chain and get shot at least twice ni'a
I be the brightest star shinin in the show
Now everybody say hoe if you love Mack 1-0 (hoeeeeeee!)
And to the female fanbase that consume
You gotta be, willin to give up the womb to see my room
So if you're bout that and in your mouth I can burst
then meet me backstage and have some rubbers in your purse

CHORUS: We get in, where we fit in, y'all know the time
Hoo-Bangin', gettin scrilla, y'all check the rhyme
G's in, 2K, nine-nine's behind
Behold, frontline, it's our time to shine

I show psycho, pull the plug and make the mic blow
Show no mercy, these mere mortals can't hurt me
It's such a pity, I hit the streets and stalk the city
I be lookin for Trouble, you better call me if you see that fool
That's the same dude I used to chase around school
and take his lunch money, and laugh cause it's funny
What's happenin loc? My whole crew on hundred spokes
We ain't no jokes, in them Chevies with the 'draulics
My game is so polished cause I got the street knowledge
Flossy flossy - never let nobody boss me
I calls the shots, and I takes the whole pot
Stop, drop down, don't wanna hear a sound
from nobody - we'll straight turn out the party
I stays to myself, I don't mess with nobody
Spend it all now - save WHAT for later?
Up to my penthouse suite, in my private elevator

CHORUS

It's the B double-O, so act like you know
I'm sippin on Mo' on my way to 'The Show'
What's crackin? All y'all invited
So throw your hands up, act a fool and get excited
I leave you Limp like Bizkits, when I kick it
Ghettoriffic, splendid, money's tremendous
Endless, sippin on Pain mixed with Hennes'
Smashin in the drop-top on them thangs that don't bend is
what y'all tellin me, life's in hell in me
Been doin this since Rakim whistled "My Melody"
I stay calm, blew up spots like Vietnam
And all the kids go crazy for Boo like Pokemon

CHORUS
Geyeah!

CHIRS JERICHO- BREAK DOWN THE WALLS

Can't save you - nuttin, yeah - you'll see
Uhh - I think they know who we are
You think you know me? Know who we are?
Look at me - I'm lookin at you man
We comin for these kids, yeah

CHORUS: (YEEEEEEEAH!) Break the walls down
Y'all don't want none - break the walls down
(YEEEEEEEAH!) Break the walls down
Y'all don't want none - break the walls down
(YEEEEEEEAH!) Break the walls down
Y'all don't want none - break the walls down
(YEEEEEEEAH!) Break the walls down
Y'all don't want none - break the walls down

Aiyyo.. yeah, yo..
Aiyyo I break down walls, take down walls
Swing baseball bats at you, I hate y'all
If they brawl, we brawl, bring the heat y'all
Bite they face off, I'ma eat y'all, defeat y'all
I'm a wild man, heavy metal hardrocker
Death before dishonor, I gotcha, Rugged Man drop ya
Ain't no peace here, there's beef here
There ain't no man that we fear
You got beef? We be here

CHORUS

The most violent, unstoppable, crazy, crusty
Ugly, my mother doesn't trust me
I walk with a sickness, slash you break you
Take you, throw you on the floor, duct tape you
I'm a monster, bone-crusher, dome-splitter
We throw witcha, you roll thick we roll thicker
Human Rottweiler, rip your ribcage out
We flip out, let the rage out, we insane now
The headbanger, body banger, body breaker
Rhyme wrecker, manslaughter manslayer
Step into the darkness, we sneak through, if we see you
we gon' beat you, this is what we do.. we do..

CHORUS

Now who wan' try to take us? (RIGHT NOW)
Now who wan' get beat down? (RIGHT NOW)
Now who wanna step outside? (RIGHT NOW)
Y'all got beef, let's do this (RIGHT NOW)

CHORUS

DeGenerationX- THE KINGS

D-Genration X)The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?    x15

I gotta come to your rings, cause I'm so high
That even you and R. Kelly believe I can fly
Selling jammies when them Grammy rappers chanting and cheering
Selling more than all of y'all without a record in years
My catalog got a long list of hits in the stores
And for you sample-happy suckers out there breaking the laws
Rather hit you where it gets you, bring you up on a charge
You'd be better just to let a lawyer know from the start

CHORUS: The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
suckers duck and then dodge

Well rock a rhyme for me, then a rhyme for you
And everybody catch the Boogaloo Blues

D-Generation X, and you know what's next

The vibration flexed up upon your set
This is my steez, MCs, and these are my days
I bring my homeys, suckers know me from back in the day
It's DJ Run, y'all, and this is how I get down
D-Generation X, coming to your town

CHORUS

The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?

An apple to a peach, and a cherry to a plumb
We won't stop rocking till you all get some
The seed to the apple and the apple to the core
We are the two with the rhymes galore
The ball to the bounce, the bounce to the ball
This is the crew, we're gonna rock you all
D-Generation X coming to your town
And if you get in our way, we gonna chop you down

CHORUS

The King of Rock who?
The King of Rock what?
The King of Rock who?
The King of Rock what?

The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
suckers duck and then dodge

GANGREL - I WONT STOP

1, 2 Gangrel's coming for you
Gangrel, can you come out and play?
3, 4 better lock your doors
Gangrel, can you come out and play?

CHORUS I won't stop 'til I see blood
I won't stop 'til I see blood
I won't stop 'til I see blood
I can't stop 'til I see blood
(repeat)

I got that gleam in my eye
I'm straight from the grave
Dress in all black, I'm looking for a slave
Call me the reaper, you won't live to tell
Call me Gangrel, I'm straight out of hell
I need blood, I'm lookin for a victim
The Brood, I'm with 'em
Lets go get 'em
Lock up your doors, and throw away the key
You can't run from me, look at my teeth
I'm sleeping in a casket, and kill at night
I know it ain't right, but I hate the sunlight
And no you're not dreaming, this is not a nightmare
Cause when you wake up, guess what?
I'm still there!!!

CHORUS

You can't see me, not even in the mirror
My reflection is dead, you just took your last breath
Don't call the police, instead call a coroner
Blood got drained out your neck on the corner
The sun goes down, the freaks come out
We bum rush your city, the Brood with no pity
Silver bullets, triggers we pull it
Nothin' can save ya, go meet your maker
Run and I catch ya, fight and I hit ya
Surrender your soul, it's murdered and cold
That click with no love
You might call us thugs
Dont give us no hugs, cause we want your blood

CHORUS

GODFATHER - PIMPIN' AINT EASY

Godfather's in the house..
Grab yo' b***hes

CHORUS: Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man

Take a look at me, everything I own's iced out
Pimp baby, you can see my wrists with the lights out
This is how I do it, mad b***hes and clothes
Godfather baby, only play to my rogues
Step back, hater make a little room for my ho*s
Gators on my feet, take a look at my toes
Money is the reason all the real players know that
Godfather lays punks to rest
He got no chance up against the best
I rocks in the East and I rolls in the West
If you don't dig the pimpin' I could really care less
cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby

CHORUS

G-O-D, F-A-T-H-E-R
Ho*s start runnin when they see my car
Even though I'ma pro wrestling star
they know I, don't play and I gotta' get paid
Everything I wear baby's tailor made
I come into your town and go off like a grenade
And anyone who steps on the mat they get laid
Let me pimp or let me die that's the game I chose
Condos, speedboats, and beautiful ho*s
Cartier wristwear, furs and gold
And mad cash baby too much to fold
cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby

CHORUS
GRAB YO B***HES!

CHORUS
BIG PIMPIN JUMPIN OFF!

CHORUS
GODFATHER's IN THE HOUSE, B***H!

CHORUS
Break yourself b***h!

CHORUS
GRAB YO B***HES!

CHORUS
BIG PIMPIN JUMPIN OFF!

CHORUS
GRAB YO B***HES!

KANE - BIG RED MACHINE

Tombstone piles-drop, my designed assault
I'm the product of the bottom of a mindless thought
Psychotic off of chronic mixed with rage and lust
Stompin all opposition til they brains is mush
No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth
I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort
Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen
And can't nobody stop the Big Red Machine
Talk is talk, you don't know me, you don't see me
I move in silence, instinct straight violence
Quiet as kept, snappin necks for respect
Kane slew Abel, that I never regret
I'm a threat to the world, doom danger and death
Three counts to submission meet the savior hisself
Only thing left standin is the almighty Kane
Come in here, bring the fifth, and it course through your vein

CHORUS: Tombstone piles-drop, my designed assault
I'm the product of the bottom of a mindless thought
Psychotic off of chronic mixed with rage and lust
Stompin all opposition til they brains is mush
No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth
I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort
Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen
And can't nobody stop the Big Red Machine

C-Walkin with the Devil with the mask at my face
The way I DDT these fools, I'm bound to catch a case
Seven foot three with a tombstone that sit about ten feet
Undertake'm to another street
Peep game though, we might do this for the theme
Cause everybody wanna see him do his thing
Quick to dust they ass off with them one-two-three's
I mean them three-two-one's, the show ain't even begun

CHORUS

My mentality is actually destroy and smash
anything in my path plus the Titans Clash
Bring a body, anybody, it don't matter the size
I arrive in disguise and my mission surprise

We just some loc'd out worldwide figures
I heard you want a match wnen I was with my nephaleas
Fool you can't see us, we the Eastsidaz
And we all up in that ass like Adidas cause we riders

CHORUS

I'm comin, I'm comin
I'm comin.. watch out, you better start runnin
I'm comin
I'm comin.. watch out, you better start runnin
I'm comin..
I'm comin, you better start runnin
Fool, cause I'm comin, I'm comin
I'm comin.. you better start runnin

CHORUS

I'm comin, I'm comin
I'm comin.. watch out, you better start runnin
I'm comin
I'm comin.. watch out, you better start runnin
I'm comin..

MANKIND - WRECK

Yeah..
Right down the aisle
Kool Keith and the Ol' Dirty for Mankind

Yeah.. yeah..
And this is gonna be done, with everything

2000 texture, rhymin with Ol' Dirty
with my New York Jets jersey
Left lineman comin in like Mankind
with diamonds sparklin around my rhymes
Black Levi suits, skully caps and boots
Wigs with Grecian Formula
Got us warnin ya
With backslaps, we put on, mack caps
Sit in V.I.P. with blind man lookin like Stevie
We nasty, sittin next to Regis and Kathie
Front row seats with Blowfly
The crowd is so high
Tickets with popcorn, we rock for em
No circus here, just horses and a unicorn
Tuxedos and taxis, we roll with leather maxis
Catch the back breeze
Gypsy cabs burn rubber
Signin autographs for Danny Glover
Donny Osmond and Dennis Rodman
up in a empty furniture apartment
with Mexicans maids, rubbin the spots out the carpet
We move and face our targets

CHORUS: Punch, kick, fight - bite
Whatever you do, just kick {his f***ing} ass!
Cause I'm much different from, the other MC's
cause I got the amazin, abilities
I can rock on the mic, so you can have a ball
I can fly through the air - stick to the wall
I can take a punch, or get hit by a car
I can go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact, that's what I wanna talk about
how I went outer space, just to be in the house
Punch, kick, fight - bite!
Kick his ass downtown - first round
Punch, kick, fight - bite!
Kick his ass downtown - first round
Punch, kick, fight - bite!
Kick his ass downtown - first round

With backsprings,
nobody seen the girls pee on the mattress
Who was the actress when we had to take a leak?
I was in the station wagon listenin' to Canibus
We're basketball with glasses
lookin like Kurt Rambis
Ridin the turnpike to Paramus
drinkin a box of Tropicanas with this dumb-ass nigga
drivin the green Bonneville from Indiana
At a truck stop,
the state trooper made me turn down the hip-hop
I got out and vomit on the ragtop, stupid eggdrop
UHAHHHH! Pass me the towel
Was it McDonald's? I'ma sue Ronald

CHORUS
Whatever you do KICK HIS {F***ING} ASS!!!

NEW AGE OUTLAWS - YOU AINT HARD

Ha ha ha ha!
Yeah..
You heard of us..
New Age.. new page..
Ha ha ha.. yeah yeah y'all

New Age Outlaw, opposite Southpaw
Big water balloon balls and barroom brawls
The takedown, ain't nothin fake now
We earthquake towns, prepare for the shakedown
Try your luck - we aim to light it up
A million and one styles multiplied by a buck
Say it loud - pull out and spray the crowd
Wet'cha - only way you leave here is on a stretcher
I won't let'cha, get a hold of Tech
Hold a Tec, squeeze and fold your set
You loaded yet? I'm already bustin let loose
Lose your neck, it's time you get used to Tech
You ain't gettin what you used to get, it's a new day
Kickin the do' down, Y-2-K
Whether you care to see it or care to believe
You'll get with beaten with bats until you paraplegic

CHORUS: You ain't hard, you ain't tough
You little punks don't pump no fear in us
You ain't hard, you ain't tough
You little punks don't pump no fear in us
You ain't hard, you ain't tough
You little punks don't pump no fear in us
You ain't hard, you ain't tough
Is you hearin us? You don't pump no fear in us

See me, I ain't never lived a average life
I had the craziest days and the maddest nights
I wake up in a cold sweat, havin these fights
Then toss and turn in my sleep for the rest of the night
Wake up with my dukes on, scrappin again
Cause my life - is just one big fight
I remember when my momma used to say it was simple son
All you really gotta do is watch yo' temper
and stay away from trouble but I always invite it
It seemed like that same day I was fightin
Stressin shoulda figured I ain't had no patience
I stay in some wild physical confrontation
Yeah, that's how I got to ballin on y'all
We hit the bar, Techniec started a brawl
I slammed a man, he left out in ambulance
You heard the sirens, you disturbed by the violence?

CHORUS

You wanna, break the law then make it +Raw+
Jump off the turnbuckle and break your jaw
Bump that Tech, let's crack some heads
Bust some backs, and break us some arms and legs
Shake the Feds, they know Techniec got skill
Hop out the wheel, smash the club to your grill
I'm Outlaw, I been barred from the county
Tech and B-A-D gettin hunted by a bounty
Man I, sell you a dream then throw you a ass-whoopin
You respect it when I check it and tell me that's good lookin
Attack him if he ain't ready and crack him with somethin heavy
He was dizzy when we dipped he thought the 'Llac was a Chevy
Smack out in a cloud of smoke, heart drop
to a slow rate, stars round your head rotate
No wait - let's him with this before we dip out
and await the next time these two young niggaz trip out

CHORUS

STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN - HELL YEAH

Yeah, ha ha, Snoop Dogg
Dub C.. heh, yeah
All up in here, bay-bay.. yeah
Uh-huh
Straight G thang, yeah

Code of the night is droppin these thangs on your dome
Hittin up my enemies, mad doggin em with a heart full of stone
BLAM BLAM! Kickin yo' door down, throwdown, dirty and low down
It's bout to go down, who ready for the showdown?
Which one of y'all wanna be the first to get tossed in the tussle
Buckle, choked up by these muscles and, taste these knuckles
Lost I'm runnin em all, haters I'm gunnin em all
Tricks I done done em all then I ain't go no love for none of y'all
I'm comin through like a Brougham, givin it up with both hands
Slaughterin your whole fam, rippin up the program
Total chaos, deadly as snake eyes, so cain't
none of you bustaz hurt me - fool I'm a G with no mercy

When I say, "Hell" - you say, "Yeah"
(c'mon) Hell - yeah (c'mon) hell - YEAH
(c'mon) Hell - YEAH! (everybody c'mon) hell - YEAH!
(everybody-body) Hell - YEAH!
(c'mon, c'mon) Hell - yeah (ha ha)

CHORUS: If you down with these hits say HELL YEAH
If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH
If you like what you see say HELL YEAH
If you down with me, say HELL YEAH
If you like what you see say HELL YEAH
If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH
If you down with 'Stone Cold' say HELL YEAH
Party people in the house say HELL YEAH

Gettin my bail on, swell on, far from a rookie
I SPIT in your face and look at ya dare ya to say somethin to me
Temper tantrum, smash random, quick to put you in a casket
The fool that run up is that fool to get his ass kicked
Who da one you the ones, it's an open invitation
These ass-kickins I'm dishin they got no discrimination
Patience, long gone, I'ma, chalkin em off
Walkin up bombin on sight cause I'm through talkin to y'all
Hands up loc I'm lit up, fed up, ready to bust, shakin em up
Wettin em up, slangin these knuckles cameras I'm gettin em up
Raised on the turf where we, slay for the turf
And I'm the realest rider to walk the, face of this Earth
Strapped you best to be, ain't no standin next to me
Checkin me, thought I warned you cowards about testin me
Pressin me, see the game of pain, yo I'ma plug it
I'm so rugged -- shhhh, I'm cold blooded

CHORUS

Yeah, y'all know what time it is
Y'all know how it's goin down
No surrender no retreat no takedown
Beanie Mac cookin up the track
That's right, Snoop Dogg and Dub-C ridin in the back
Make sure y'all know what time it is
Huh huh, yeah, we gon' make this happen
for everybody out there, the heat bangers, and headbangers
Check this out - what's crackin homey?

CHORUS

THE ROCK - KNOW YOUR ROLE

Do You Smell What The Rock is Cookin?
Do You Smell What The Rock is Cookin?
I Smell It

Do You Smell What The Rock is Cookin?
Do You Smell What The Rock is Cookin?
I Smell It

C'mon
C'mon
Do You Smell What The Rock is Cookin?
Do You Smell What The Rock is Cookin?

Yeah

Finally the Rock has come back
Laying Down The Smack on your Monkey Crap
Candy Coated Ass
Enter the squared circle with the Great One
The Most Electrifying Moves
Don't Touch the Station
Children and their Children they all chant
With the Millions upon Millons of Rock Fans
Get ready for the square dance
Here's your chance for a can of ass whoopin'
From the People's Champ

CHORUS: If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
Smell What the Rock is Cookin
If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
Do You Smell What the Rock is Cookin
If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
Smell What the Rock is Cookin
If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
Do You Smell What the Rock is Cookin

Jabroni check yourself you don't know me
Jabroni go back to the gym you're too boney
Uh
So you want a piece of the Rock
Making You Crumble
In these WrestleManias Kid
We Royal Rumble
Telling us that Raw is War
What the Hell you think we came for?
To play with these Whips and Chainsaws?
And sharp glass
I Shine 'em up real nice
Turn them sideways and shove up your candy ass

CHORUS

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

This is it ya'll
Summerslam son of Sam now
It's Thursday Night Smackdown
There's No Way Out
Now you got a problem with the Brahma Bull
Time to feel the Rock Bottom
Ain't no way to stop him
See the People's Eyebrow
Ignite the Crowd
Now do a Fit and Frenzy
They want Blood Now
Chin Lock, and Chair Shots
Suplexes, Legdrops
Finish with the People's Elbow
And Sign it Rock

CHORUS

Do you Smell what the Rock is Cookin
If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
Do you Smell what the Rock is Cookin
If Ya Smell What the Rock is Cookin
Do you Smell What The Rock is Cookin
Unstoppable, Incomparable

Do you Smell What The Rock is Cookin
Unstoppable, Incomparable (x4)

TRIPLE H - GAME

CHORUS: I'ma do what I wanna do, when I do it
Ain't nuttin that you can do, when I'm gon' do it
Rap gane recognize the game
and we came to bring the pain
I'ma do what I wanna do, when I do it
Ain't nuttin that you can do, when I'm gon' do it
Rap gane recognize the game
Mystikal, Ras Kass came to bring the pain

I got mo' anger than you got in yo' whole body in one arm
and that's a threat to Triple H, three times the harm
That's right, you face to face with a villain
Any has-been, gets harassed and gon' feel it happin'
Jump off roofs, land on backs
Stomp on tongues, walk on necks, then I flex
Crackin heads, I can't get no rest
So many enemies, I don't know who to fight next - c'mon!
I'd like to see you try to explain that to my, FIST..
.. why it's in yo' forehead!
And if you really think you got what it takes
to step to the game, GO RIGHT AHEAD!

CHORUS

The ghettofabulous Rat Pack, inner city NASDAQ
Young savages, that don't know how to act
Rebels without a gat, that pin you to the mat
Got devils havin flashbacks of When Animals Attack
In a world that's assed out, after I spaz out
Mash til I cash-out, hit my coffin and blast out
(Why?) Cause real riders still do real things
I'm "The Man in the Iron Mask," break steel guillotines
Name is Rass Kass, livin Burger King style
Have it my way, all day, every day
Drink smoke lay, the game and no play
Straight out of L.A, baby - "Get in my bel-ly!"
Protein diet just another Watts riot
"All the ugly people, be quiet!"
The R-A-S K-A-Double-S, yes
Snappin necks for some live effects

CHORUS

I don't like you.. and when I'm here
and when I walk out (boooo) I see you don't like me too
I've got a physical ability for causin misery
You get maddest when I feed off your negativity
For every boo, I'ma leave a bruise
For every bad gesture, I'ma leave your ass messed up
Watch your mouth, you talkin loud to the hard tester
Back it up, you won't see nuttin unless I LET YA
So you can keep that in mind when I pass by
This is your big chance to say hello to the bad guy
I run with the north side, dirty aren't I..
.. cause I'm three times hellafied!

CHORUS

THE UNDERTAKER - MINISTRY

Where the mic at? Ohh..
Vacant Lot.. 2000!
It's Meeno.. and I be Untouchables
We ain't never gonna stop!
We ain't gon' never stop! Let's go!

I got mi-raculous flows, attackin my foes
I'm an inch away from the crown and my faculty knows
I'm the middle of the pound, the bottom of the brick
The rawest of the raw, guaranteed to trip when I flip
Uhh, with precision, I made a decision
Either bury you alive, or on the milk carton missin
Better yet, find me late night in your kitchen
Or a newsflash - body found in lake fishin
?? told y'all, when I speak you better listen
Too late, forty-four's already on the mission
I'm the judge and the jury, the witness and the D.A.
Red light, green light, the car and the freeway
Everything you rapped in one
I'm the verse that you kick, when you rap for fun
I'm the person that you hit, when you bla
st your gun
And what make it so sick, that I just begun, verse one

CHORUS: I'm known as the King, dead man walking
Fear no man, and I live in a coffin
Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see
King of the streets, Meeno and I be
known as the King, a dead man walking
Fear no man, and I live in a coffin
Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see
King of the streets, Meeno and I be..

When we meet in the streets, feel the tango in your feet
It's in the atmosphere - death is near
I'm the burden that you all bear
I'm the person that you all fear - America's worst nightmare
Speak my name - I'll appear right there
It's quite clear, tonight you gon' die here
Make it easy, don't move, just lie there
Thirty more seconds to air, and you outta here
Made your bed, now you got to lie in it
You bout to fry in it, you bout to die, did it
Anything Grease lay down, knows I'm with it
Be the type that will clown while bustin it down
I was taught in these streets, how to spit the rounds
How to freak on these feats, to defeat you clowns
And before we go head up, just to let y'all know
The King of the millenium his name is Meeno

CHORUS

Let's go.. Vacant Lot.. 2000
The game is now locked
Meeno, and I be.. Untouchables, let's go