[Hook]:
We chop it up
We drop the cuts
Look out for us
Cause here we come (uh-huh)
[2X]
[Verse 1: Mad Child]:
I'm starting to blow thinking "How far can we go?"
Work hard for the dough. We dope, but you already know
We dropping the cut, rock star, chopping it up
Oh, my god! We stay hard. Never softening up
And we rocking it rough. Tough 'til my pockets are stuffed
Love hip hop and clocking the bucks. How can I get enough?
This shit's ridiculous! I say fuck the fickle
I'm particularly wicked while I kick it with a nickel
Plated nine so I can hit you in the nick of time
Hit the nicest I can find. Every night's a different dime
(Mad Child) I was a crazy little devil at a early age
Been raising hell. Still, I'm trying to reach the pearly gates
Fuck with my family? I will separate your vertebrae
That girl was last night. I think I'm taking her today
I'm having bad dreams. People wanna murder me
Well, that's the word at least. First, second and third degree
Shoot first and then ask the questions if there's a burglary
I'm a bad man. Mad Child: you might have heard of me
[Hook]
Listen, suckers. Obey the law
Battleaxe warriors waging war
Burn the roof off crack the floor
We used to be kings
These ain't those days no more
[Verse 2: Mad Child]:
Not done 'til my group's number one
'Til I'm proud of what I've done. Another cloud in the sun
Cause we are better than the rest of them
That there's the Battle Axe crew. Don't go testing 'em
A lot of rappers getting on my nerves today
I told ya, homeboy: gangster's not a word to play
You hide behind the image without putting in the work
No wonder why you end up looking like a fucking jerk
Just because you got a black and gold and sparkly shirt
With some diamonds on your watch? You ain't never did no dirt!
[Interlude]:
Hey yo Mad Child I hear what your sayin' big homie. Prev-one I hear you. A lot of these dudes ain't know what ya done
Battle Axe number one
[Verse Three] [Prevail]:
Listen suckers obey my orders
Battle Axe warriors crossing borders
Rock all sound system not distorted
The rebel of treble, the bass destroyer
Take stage world wide we are born performers
Put your right fist up that means that you can join us
Appetite for destruction rapid attack is enormous
Back in black smash the amp and then I'm back to the chorus