Punch in the Mouth

[Intro] Punch him in his mouth P-p-punch him in his mouth [I-Rocc] You think we ain't gon' ride? Motherfuckers get ate alive Make 'em sky dive off the side of the eight-oh-five Can't sign nothin less than a mil' and a half (mil' and a half) Been a war goin on like I'm still in the draft (still in the draft) But shit, I'ma just sit in the Jag (yeah) White bitch shotgun, she conceilin the pack (yup) How real is that? A hundred if you ask me I sat in a cave with Loon and Valentine, ask Nem' (ask him nigga) But all the flossing's irrelevant (uh-huh) If you ain't a boss then you soft as a jellyfish (yeah) But I'm on top with the etiquette Never take a loss, can't a motherfucker tell me shit When Ice-T was on that power shit I was in the slums, white tee, movin powder, bitch! (pitchin) And why y'all dyin to shine I hit the club and open fire like I'm ridin for Shyne [Chorus: Killa Klump] He comin out his neck (punch him in his mouth) He lyin 'bout that work (punch him in his mouth) Shavin grams off that coke (punch him in his mouth) And tell you he goin broke (punch him in his mouth) Your boy talkin out his ass (punch him in his mouth) Say he know about your stash (punch him in his mouth) And if he ever try to run (punch him in his mouth) Don't even hit him with your gun, just (punch him in his mouth) [Layzie Bone] Nigga how you always got the hook up, but never don't have no ends? Plus I heard that that Benz that you drivin is yo' friend's Nigga don't ever like to spend, but he always wanna lend You can hold onto these nuts, while they hangin from yo' chin See we men, and the real men don't tolerate them fakers Send you quick to meet your maker, while I'm grippin on my baby makers Them ain't haters, why you posin like a player? In the club tryin to mack a chick, but them hoes know you square Get the fuck from 'round here, we keep it gutter down here Always cryin like a bitch, is your momma 'round here? If she is, no disrespect but take this pussy nigga home Before we blame it on you cause you the reason he born He won't live long, with a mouth so potty Halitosis on the tongue, he lie to everybody Better do what I say before these fists start flyin Whatever you sellin homie, I ain't buyin [Chorus] [Killa Klump] Yeah, this the business, Klump (let's go) Aiyyo first things first, I ain't gon' plead no case I keep a burner on my hip that'll eat yo' face (brrap!) Faggot! And I ain't tryin to talk it out (nah) Just cause you walked in the club don't mean you walkin out You talkin money, what you talkin 'bout? You come to my town, the boy Klump is the most talked about (uh) Flow of the century, know that eventually I'll be, dead and gone but man I hope that they mention me I, can't rock harder than I've been rockin (really) Lyrically, I'm a nightmare, similar to Bin Laden (yes) Go ahead and run daddy - cause I ain't the type To do the talkin brought your shit about, shoulda had him done daddy (nope) I got a gun daddy - and I ain't scared To lick a motherfuckin shot first, 'fore that shot come at me (uh) Raw wreck on mine son and tell them lames I'ma do me when mine come, until then [Chorus] [instrumental plays for 20 seconds] [Chorus]