[Intro]
  Hell yeah
  This is how we supposed to do
  Uh-huh, Black Fist we gon' do?
  
  [Chorus]
  Drop the grenade, niggas ain't larger
  Time to get paid, you're in the alarm
  Rappers get slayed, and they cause no harm
  I'm about to lay, hey, can I get some?
  
  [King Just]
  Yo, come get a fuckin taste of reality
  Casualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxy
  Battle me, your styles a game like Sorry
  Or like Atari, I'm gnarly just like a Harley
  Davidson, I take on the bravest one
  And turn into that bitch ass nigga he was
  Cuz, ain't no fakin and no playin
  And every word that I say, is every word that I'm slayin
  Oh God, why do they think I'm broad
  Is it my lyrics is hard or is I'm wit the Mob
  From the Six, now all these rappers talkin shit
  But I must be schemin on my life to make hits
  Black Fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised
  Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry
  But I'mma ride, this beat like girls ridin my meat
  Fuckin wit Just, that's like swimmin in Shit's Creak
  Wit diarrhea, oh mamma mia
  Skills is ill, real faster than a cheetah
  In a jungle, and I'mma watch ya empire crumble
  If rap was football, ya niggas would of been fumble
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [King Just]
  Back up, back up, yes Zoo's in town
  Wit the new twist and a brand new sound
  What you want? Ya niggas ain't ready for war
  Cuz it take ten more, before I get raw
  Hardcore, off the wall hip hop
  Nonstop, settin up shop on your block
  Wit glocks, let ya brain rot
  Mob tactics, bustin shots, there's a freeze on the pop
  What blood clot? Means no money, no honey
  And that's what make us better than you dummies
  Sayin all types of shit like Shaolin wouldn't last
  But just like an automobile you been gassed
  Passed, just like the rest, you wanna come for test
  My brain's half rhyme, the other half cess
  I've been blessed wit the success
  What did you except? Look at the way I catch wet
  From the projects, and I'mma live here
  Til I die, gettin high, Shaolin Soldiers take over in '95
  And I'mma make sure all my shit is raw
  For ya niggas who front, spell it backwards, war
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [King Just]
  Hey good lookin, what you got cookin
  Pack your nerve quick, I have this in the street shookin
  The fucked up, niggas better duck
  Somebody call a bomb squad, cuz I'm about to blow up
  Boom, there goes the building
  The bomb makes a killa stackin loot to the ceiling
  Who dwellin and dealin, maybe I got the fuckin feelin
  That I'mma make platinum, I gots to see the million
  I'm destined to buck fuckin wild just like a Western
  They goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessions
  Ain't no second guessin, I'm back, where's ya heart at?
  Shaolin's on the map, Zoo niggas attack
  The track, got my mind flippin a hundred miles a minute
  And as long as I'm in it, boy, I'mma finish
  A M.C. off, they got lost and tossed by the source
  Cuz I pay the cost to be the boss
  You get flagged like Betty Ross and the Spangled Banner
  Slammin shit more harder than fuckin Thor's hammer
  The ill manner, wit ill grammar
  When I get mad, I turn the opposite of fuckin David Bammer
  The incredible, unedible, turn backwards
  Terrible, cock a phony rappers offa pedestal
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Interlude]
  Yeah, how we on that Shaolin Soldier shit
  King Just, the Mystics of the God
  Sex, Money, and Cess and the Blas'e Blah
  
  [Chorus]