Why is everybody always picking on me?
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
One of these days we'll be in the same place
In the same place punk, at the very same time
And when it takes place
And you wanna talk s***
Then step your a** up, and say it right to my face
You'll get knocked the f*** out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your a** can't cash
Knocked straight the f*** out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your a** can't cash
I ain't believing all the s*** you been talking 'bout me
Don't even know me, and still you're talking s*** about me
One of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act
In the act, red handed
Caught up in the act, punk
And that'll be the day, the one and only day
Then step your a** up, and say it right to my face
You'll get knocked the f*** out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your a** can't cash
Knocked straight the f*** out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your a** can't cash
Shhhh
So where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the s*** (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?
And where you at?
Where you been?
I'm sure of the s*** (I) you was in
Cause this world
Is really small
Can we all get along?
Can we all get along?
I'm upset at the people
Who verbally rape us
We're talking
We try to ignore them
Ignore them until they keep talking
They think that they're building an empire
Without us
We've got the torch now
We've got the fire to burn this mutherf***er down