[Verse 1:]
Goddamn, it's a brand new payback!
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black,
How many mothafuckas gotta pay?
Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK,
Caps gotta get peeled,
‘Cause the nigga ya love to hate still can kill at will.
It ain't no pop ‘cause that sucks,
And you can new jack swing on my nuts!
Down wit' the niggas that I bail out,
I'm platinum, bitch, and I didn't have to sell out.
«Fuck you, Ice Cube!», that's what the people say,
Fuck AmeriKKKa, still with the triple K!
‘Cause you know when my nine goes buck,
It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from twelve stories up,
Now let's see who'll drop.
Punk mothafuckas tryna ban hip-hop,
Fuck R&B and The Running Man,
I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand,
Make sure before you buck wit' duck quick,
Punk, ‘cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with!
I'ma let y'all know one thing, man…
[Verse 2:]
Hell yeah, it's on, you better tell 'em,
Ice Cube and I'm rollin' with the mothafuckin' LM,
It's the number one crew in the area,
Make a move for your gat, and I'll bury ya,
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt,
Punks roll when I put in work,
‘Cause Lench Mob niggas are the craziest,
And y'all mothafuckas can't fade my shit.
South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell,
Hittin fools up with the big ass L,
One time can't hold me back,
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs,
Stop givin' juice to the Raiders
‘Cause Al Davis never paid us,
I hope he wear a vest,
It's all about the L-E-N-C-H, y'all know the rest.
Mothafuckin' crew, mothafuckin' mob,
Do a mothafuckin' job in a mothafuckin' squad,
In '91 Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger,
And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with!
One-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and…
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!
Drop a old school beat!
[Verse 3:]
Like I said, it's a brand new payback,
Now in '91, let's see whose beats get jacked!
Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller,
Keep the wack beats out!
True mothafuckin' baller.
And hoes can't roll on,
Even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta hold on.
Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic,
I gotta have it to peel his cap backwards,
I hope he wear a vest, too, and his best blue,
Goin' up against the Zulu.
Break his spine like a jellyfish,
Kick his ass till I'm smellin' shit
Off wit' the head, off wit' the head I say,
And watch the devil start kickin',
Run around like a chicken,
Grand Dragon finger lickin'.
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula,
Now we got Kentucky Fried Cracker.
Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick,
Pig, ‘cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with!
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with…
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with…
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with…