Tomahawk

[Chorus] One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and [Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz] Silly weak rappers are full of it Since I'm a don, I'm puttin' out a hit 'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit Flavor Unit, it's time to attack a prey So make way for hip-hop's Green Beret Bring on the refills, you see we feel The name of the blame game is kill or be killed I'm an expert, who'll be the next jerk to try? Let me explain, you got eight million ways to die We torch you, scorch you, make you feel real sore Have that ass looking just like the spook who sat by the door Known to kill ducks, skills erupt You ask why? My reply is, "I don't give a fuck" I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat After I kill you, I'ma leave your body across 110th Street My tactics are drastic and real fast I tie a rope to a truck and cold drag your ass I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem To hell with Cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem So don't whisper or make a sound or quote Shit you pop go straight back down your throat Everyday all day, this be the hard way Putting rappers out of commission even on an off-day Flavor Unit rules, G, we're taking rappers out One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three [Chorus] One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and [Verse 2: Apache] Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact, contact Your next of kin, friend, follow the flow format While you slept, I crept, so expect to get bruised Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame Handicapped, crippled and pussy was my middle name You couldn't beat me, slick, snap that neck like a Chick-O-Stick I know who'd beat you quick (Who? My dick) Tell me, is this some type of tournament? I'll cut your fuckin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament Come and give me a test, whoever claims to be the best Leaves with a forty-below footprint on his chest Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck Head found in the bar of a limousine The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin' You fucked up, made a wrong turn, and entered the dragon I told you I'm out to stalk Last nigga tried me died, G, felt my tomahawk Apache, that's me, I'm get in rappers' ass One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three [Chorus] One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and [Verse 3: Treach] You coulda been my main shit stain, but you scrap and real wack, black The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack You challenge Treach, I'll show you quick you can't touch that I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "Oh, fuck that" Down the hill, how you feel? Hey, Ben Hef Give me a hearin' aid or two, then I'm through, 'cause I'm that def That's how we all be, tighter than small Lees Club, rap, and R&B, I'm wreckin' on all three This drill means chill, guard your grill, trouble Is that your head or is your neck blowin' a fuckin' bubble? A-B-C, skip to the S-T U-V-W-X, to fuck the Y-Z Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in tape Damn, it proves me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then, wait Let me hear another tune, tune me in 'til I'm straight If I hear "Drop the Bomb," I have to go break a snake For any time or any day, there's many rhymes and plenty ways Forget me not, 'cause shit, I'm hot, if I get get, then you'll get got Au contraire, mon frère, this is all my hair I wouldn't cut it for the biggest buttocks out there But on the tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick I grease my lightning, it's frightening how I get A slick, smooth, dark, cool Sagittarian Two types of marryin', very thick or very thin Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three [Chorus] One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three One and in comes the two to the three and