RZA the grunge Lyrics

[Intro: Beretta 9]
car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress
37 between 106th
we got a possible homicide
all cars, all cars, we got a situation down

[RZA]
Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Ya'll b____es want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc
Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not
Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed
Don't front on this n____, I'mma from New York Ci-zey!
Ya'll b___er pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
b___er pec', make my nutter weak
And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami look like she was Angie Martinez
I don't espanol, I play imposter
I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my casa
She was like "n____! You sound like rasta!"
I'm the ace in the decks...

[girl speaking spanish]

[RZA]
I'm the ace in the deck, still casin' a Tec
That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
The bass and the treb', the s___e in the back
Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
I'm not known to talk a lot
Sit on five whips, son, so I don't walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so I don't hawk a lot
Been around the world, but I love New York a lot
Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies
Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! f___in' the mics is my hobby
f___in' the mics is my hobby

[Outro: girl]
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby

[car smashing and glass shattering]