This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
You're surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists
And take notes: we never miss!
Let my people go, damn it! Let them go
Before I have to knock one of you hoes to the floor!
Retaliate, get the record straight, and state the facts...
About crack and how it supresses blacks and all of that!
Police tried to scope me
But the countdown's started, bitch! Give me what you owe me!
Now, who you trying to teach a lesson about supressing?
My black folks knowing damn well we equal... opportunities
Is what you preach on
But everything the black man invented you leeched on!
And you's a dirty playing mothafucka
But we've been working undercover
And now we fitting to smother
Your game plan, your blueprint bullshit
The whole government, republic politics
See, Dope-E knows the game, and I play it well
I'm avoiding the jail cells! Government, go to hell
Cause politics is just another word for crime! [Gunshot]
Oh, what was that? That's another word for my fucking 9-millimeter
It's only a centimeter
Away from your eyeball!
Now, turn around y'all
Unless you wanna see some brainmeat
Looking like bloody chitlins, oh, what a sight to see...
...but that's the easy way out! (See you!)
Me and Egypt will take the long way out!
This is a bomb threat!
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
This is a warning...
No need for negotiating and all that army
I'm pulling out my 9-deuce-M and I'm targeting
I don't wanna hear no shit, damn it, it's too late
You bullshit, dog! Now open the fucking gates!
You tried molding me
You tried holding me...back
But the Coalition stack and we pack...bombs!
The Terrorists is getting them later!
Under every politician's bed lays a detonator
I'm from the streets of South Park, you ain't seen nothing!
I ain't bluffing! I'll push the fucking button!
I miss my freedom and my freedom misses me
32 teeth in your mouth? You'll be missing 33!
Go ahead, take it to the limit, turn psycho trip!
Egypt E, call Ganksta mothafucking N-I-P
And let's start this threat off right!
Squeeze your nostrils tight and gag your mouth with a Bud Light!
Peace to all the blacks going thru hard times!
Peace to the Rap-A-Lot family for writing them hard rhymes!
Trying to teach the world's sneaky system
And letting you niggas know that blacks are the victims!
The Terrorists are kicking political rough shit
And we won't quit till the other man's throat slit ---
From one ear to the other!
Remember way back, when that was how you did us, motherfucker:
Just hanging us niggas from tree branches
Burning our naked bodies and teasing our African dances?
And now you ask why the gun's in my pocket?
You blink one more time, I knock your eyes out the socket!
This is a bomb threat!
The Terrorists will never be stopped, cause we too motherfucking strong! Housing the nationwide bomb threat and letting you niggas know that Houston is on the map!
With the Geto Boys housing shit, O.G. Style, Convicts and DJ Silk, Psycho Ganksta motherfucking N-I-P and DJ Triple-6 housing shit, TMT -- Too Much mothafucking Trouble, Choice, Big Mello, The Bone Hard Niggas, macking and housing shit, Raheem "The Vigilante," Johnny C, Grim, the hard ass mexican, "What's your name, nigga?" Point Blank! Founder of the S.P.C. K-Rino with first offense, DJ Domination, Bido 1, Lil J, Big Chief, Cliff Blodget and B-Dub, Steve Fournier, Freddy Rodriguez -- Egypt's little brother, Oh, in Oakland we got C-Rock and my niggas Tru Black and Seag from the Sect 69th curves, Back to Houston with the Hard Black Untouchables, H.B.U. snipers definitely got my back, And the South Park Coalition...
Peace! My 9, that is!
