New Jack City

This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare

Prepare, get on your post and stand clear

If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it

We're highly recommended, listen, this is

Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare

Prepare, get on your post and stand clear

The Brownsville sluggers, about to attack

Bring it back, yo I'm tired of you herbs

Gettin' on my nerves

Pretendin' to be drug dealers, and killers

You fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip

So they can jack talkin' 'bout how many keys you flip

Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rockin'

This li'l nigga get to poppin', pistol grippin' and cockin'

'Cuz nine times outta ten

I'm guaranteed to leave you stragglin'

Plus I bag emcees that's babblin'

I ain't tryin' to hear ya but I'm about ready to ear ya out

Get the gats and clear ya out

'Cuz you's a part time felon, kid killing yellin'

Before I send a slug through your melon

I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face

You sittin', I'm sittin on chrome like Masta Ace

It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast

I be wreckin' like the fuckin' Jamaicans at SunSplash

It ain't where you from it's where ya at

And where you be at times, you don't have your fuckin' gat

So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff

Is some new cats, living in New Jack City

This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare

Prepare, get on your post and stand clear

If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it

We're highly recommended, listen, this is

Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare

Prepare, get on your post and stand clear

The Brownsville sluggers, about to attack

Yo what the fuck is the deal, here comes a new generation of rap dudes

With fake attitudesthat refuse to play by the rules

It's a shame the way they be dissin' the game

They fantasize then go to something I would tell lies

These fake thugs replace slugs that's have three to nigga

Actin' like he want it no one wanna see my niggas

Firing Squad still firing, fuckin wit old timers

Wit rhymers ready to come out of retirement

Stoppin' your traffic, a classic

(M O P)

Puttin' you bitch ass niggas in caskets you lil bastards

Don't know this rap shit, get this

My family is ready to lynch, and roll before all you devils and sins

Raw breed indeed, we proceed to give you what you need

You way out of your motherfucking league

It's the, warpath, O.G. staff

Ambidextrous and I'll tear your maggot ass in half

My family don't give a fuck about you

How 'bout I, jump up and smack the shit out you

Get at 'em took you down the Firing Squad committee

Wit no pity, detonating this New Jack City