[Intro: Bang Em Smurf]

Ayo this Bang Em man, word up man

I hear this niggas talkin' reckless man

You know, faggot ass Murder Inc. niggas

We hear y’all nigga but it's M.I.K. over here, ya heard me

G-Unit nigga

Tryna come at my boss wrong, aight nigga

We hear y'all

**Gun shot sound**

[Chuck D sample]

3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[Verse: Domination]

Fuckin’ bird ass niggas man this Domination yeah

My nigga 50 to advanced to be addressin' ya

So I'm here, Domination also known as the king's messenger

I might as well start with this fake Pac slash DMX wannabe

I'll put you 6 feet under me

In them rap lyrics Black you gotta be bored

Namin' yourself after a car you couldn't hardly afford

You say 50 overpaid why 'cause you’s a broke rapper

Still in the hood eatin’ sardines and crackers

Givе it up bastard

You need to focus on droppin' your album

Nobody pockets was affected by your fraudulеnt stabbin’

Keep playin' and I'ma murder you herbs

The only reason you alive is Smurf ain't give me the word

And you was perfect for the Wanksta beat

I’m glad you used it

Stupid that goes to show that Murder Inc. is trash music

Tah don't think I forgot you

I creep upon Lac wit a gat and put a cap in yo back pussy

I got a hearse for Young Merc too

Little puppet, I send you home to your mom's in a bucket

Ja ask Ashanti your line up is foolish

I'll break your little neck, you 'bout the size of a pool stick

We ashamed you from Queens talkin' 'bout you thuggin' somethin'

How motherfucker when you bang wit a fiend

Jeff you's a fruity

A little X, a hotel, some R Kell's and nigga feelin' on yo booty

We don't play that pussy shit

Round here

You know what we movin' wit

Round here

We rep Gorilla Unit clique

Clown yeah

Don't get shot over some stupid shit, I keep the pound there

Nigga Southside in the house, without a doubt

We the rappers wit gats everybody chat about

Check it out

Guns we bust 'em, problems wit Ja let's discuss 'em

He pussy and his threats is nuttin'

'Cause we could pop up in Hollis

Long nose llamas catch Black Child hoppin' out his old ass Honda

Run upon Tah and Ja while they fuckin', murk 'em and put poison in Irv Gotti stuffin'

You fat little butter ball

You never bust a gun at all

I'll toss you off a bridge and watch you belly flop the fuckin' floor

You want war you actions sure don't show it

I have the coroner make this a Kodak moment BITCH!!!!

M.I.K. nigga

[Outro: Bang Em Smurf]

Motherfucker

Yeah nigga

I sent him nigga

Bang Em Smurf nigga

I sent that boy after them bum ass niggas

G-Unit nigga

Pop off nigga

You hear us nigga

We in the hood nigga

Faggot ass niggas ha ha

Bum ass motherfucker