Death Threat The Brand New Heavies (Ft. Kool G Rap)

[Verse 1]
Some think that I'm a flake, but I'm no fake nigga
'Cause I take a bitch, make him a witch and burn his ass at the stake
With the .44 mag, it's so simple, put it to his temple
Fuck it, I give a nigga permanent dimples
Easin' up on a fast flow, but I'll let your ass go
The product's still hot like Tabasco
Brand New Heavies on the tracks, G Rap on the wax cold bumpin'
Got motherfuckers doin' jumpin' jacks
You motherfuckers lost it
I bake your ass like a cake and all y'all flakes get frosted
'Cause when G Rap is on the mix
Niggas start shittin' bricks and turn into chicks with small dicks
So if it's lyrics with a live band (Yo, this shit is funky)
No, fuck funky, the shit hits the fan
See, if you're steppin' to my set, you niggas get wet
Nah, fuck it, it's just a motherfuckin' death threat

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I got you bitches on lockdown
You niggas get knocked down
You're runnin' 'cause I'm gunnin' your block down, punk
So save the bitch riff 'cause my four-fifth lifts
I'm tossin' stiffs off fuckin' cliffs
Get close, I got you on scope, you walkin' on thin rope
So I'mma shoot 'em up like dope
'Cause to make my notes, I'mma cut throats
Bodies are thrown off boats and do a dead man's float
Straight down a river
Heh! With a bullet inside his motherfuckin' liver
Another hooker got thrown out
Stepped right into the crossfire and got her brains blown out
So you niggas better duck
'Cause when my pumps full of buckshots, I don't give a fuck
You think you're down with the murder guys?
Bullshit! Say hello to that dirt you're gonna fertilize
You wonder why the area stunk?
Homicide just found ten bones inside car trunks
When they opened the other trunks that was closed
Full of five unidentified John Does
All found dead on arrival
'Cause I pulled up slowly and made 'em Holy like Bibles
They find a letter and cassette
Read and said it's just a motherfuckin' death threat