You’re Gonna Get Yours Public Enemy

[Intro: Flavor Flav]
Oh, Chuck, they out to get us, man
Yo, we got to dust these boys off

[Verse 1: Chuck D]
In this corner with the '98
Subject of suckers, object of hate
Who's the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
(They know not to come 'cause they all get some)
Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane
Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain
Caught in my smoke, all they did was choke
Look at my spokes, you know I'm no joke
Out that window, middle finger for all
Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls
Suckers they got the nerve and gall
(To talk about the car when they're walkin' tall)

[Chorus]
Suckers to the side, I know you hate my '98
(You're gonna get yours!)
Suckers to the side, I know you hate my '98
(You're gonna get yours!)