[Intro: Busy Bee]

"Check [?]

All right, uh? We got it? All right, well [?]

I'ma be partyin'

Get money, I'ma be partyin' and get money

Yeah, I understand it, I know, I know

I know

Ay, we're ready get it all, are you ready get it all?

We takin' our time"

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

Yo, Random Axe in the jam with Macs

Quick to let 'em clap like hands to dap

So street, yeah, we do it obese

Straight from the hood, so screw the police

Fuck the law with his cat, rat, dog, raw

The reason that your walk turns jog

The reason that your jog turns run (Run)

The reason that your run turns sprint

.38 snub with gloves, no prints

So you can see it in my eyes, I'm so tense

We have no rules, it's beef

Magic, I make a 7 footer 6 feet

If you got problems, get geek

Get beat, get shot, get sleep

Inflict hurt on 'em

Dig that hole and kick dirt on 'em

[Chorus]

"And if you stand in my way, you're looking for trouble"

"You're looking for trouble" ("I told you")

"You're looking for trouble"

"You're looking for trouble"

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

A lot of cats talk shit, but don't test the D though

M16's break up teams like T.O. 

So gutter, ho cutter, 'dro puffer, dough tucker

Fo' bucker, murdering MC's with ice

With my mad man Jesus Price

NYC with the D-E-T

A.D. with the legendary BCC, what

[Chorus]

"And if you stand in my way—"

"And if you stand in my way—"

"And if you stand in my way, you're looking for trouble"

("Brown— brown— brown— brown— brown—")

"You're looking for trouble"

"You're looking for trouble"

"And if you stand in my way—"

"You're looking for trouble"

("Brown— brown— brown— brown— brown—")

[Outro: Fred Blassie]

"Every time I pull into one of those new hick towns

There's always some loudmouth geek hanging around—"

"Pow, out go the lights

If you're lucky, you'll walk away like some kind of man

Otherwise, they'll tote you off in a garbage—"