Kool Keith - Operation Extortion lyrics

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Kool Keith - Operation Extortion lyrics

I'ma cancel all the studios, i'ma find you in new york You f**ed it up for everybody When i see you i'ma punch you in your f**in face You and that other f*ggot a** n***a that rap witchu I'ma catch you (?) ensoniq or platinum factory I know you be in f**in chung king I'ma search around motherf**in d&d [kool keith] f** you n***a, criticizin my sh**, talkin behind my back Youse a weak n***a, don't speak n***a, face the trigger What you know about my sh**? Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it? you f**in hatin it Backpack a** n***a, how you figure? f** a cypher, i get live on your favorite a** corny a** n***az I'm a survivor, no village a** sh** Motherf**ers walkin around tryin to be bob marley and lenny kravitz That scarf sh** around everybody's head is for f*ggots Get on stage i throw lettuce and cabbage You f**in with bad habits Run up on you like 10 puerto ricans gettin out a f**in chevrolet I don't play, f** your bodyguard big rae I chop your hands off and throw your f**in fingers in the ashtray Dead-end, no backup, comin down to one-way Chorus: kool keith Operation.. extortion (4x) [kool keith] Why you curse so much n***a? f** you, duck you Loadin this motherf**in tec up, there's a lot of things i must do Click up, shut the f** up, bukka, bukka, bukka Fake-a** cast, counterfeit b**h-a** I'ma see how long that choreographer dance sh** last Make you take the cd's out the shelf Come to your record release party, show you some sh** And make you piss on yourself No guest list, i better get past this Type of motherf**er to wait outside the club For your black dumb-a**es, i'ma have a contest See which b**h-a** n***a get in they car the fastest Strongarm your bodyguards with armed freebase smokers in a stolen dodge Pour gasoline down your shirt in the car garage Yo black burn this n***a Watch how kentucky fried i turn this n***a Watch you sizzle like a well done (?) frank That's what you get for f**in with hank Give all your f**in credit cards, n***az with ski masks Took your mink coats at chemical bank Visa america take this sh** fill up the gas tank I told y'all i was gon' slap that motherf**er And baseball bat that motherf**er Your man with his bullsh** mixtape ran out hot 97 like a s**er I'ma send a crackhead that needs money bad At least to get one of you motherf**ers You owe me for damage I know a dominican that's ready to stab your f**in manager Catch a homicide and catch a greyhound bus out to canada Chorus