Layzie Bone, Killa Klump, I-Rocc - Punch in the Mouth lyrics

Punch him in his mouth
P-p-punch him in his mouth

You think we ain't gon' ride?
Motherfuckers get ate alive
Make 'em sky dive off the
Side of the eight oh-five
Can't sign nothin less than a mil' and a half
(mil' and a half) been a war goin on like
I'm still in the draft (still in the draft)
But shit, I'ma just sit in the Jag (yeah)
White bitch shotgun, she conceilin the pack
(yup)
How real is that? A hundred if you ask me
I sat in a cave with Loon and Valentine
Ask Nem' (ask him nigga)
But all the flossing's irrelevant (uh huh)
If you ain't a boss then
You soft as a jellyfish (yeah)
But, I'm on top with the etiquette
Never take a loss
Can't a motherfucker tell me shit
When Ice T was on that power shit
I was in the slums, white tee, movin powder
Bitch! (pitchin) and why y'all dyin to shine
I hit the club and open fire
Like I'm ridin for Shyne

He comin out his neck
(punch him in his mouth)
He lyin 'bout that work
(punch him in his mouth)
Shavin grams off that coke
(punch him in his mouth)
And tell you he goin broke
(punch him in his mouth)
Your boy talkin out his ass
(punch him in his mouth)
Say he know about your stash
(punch him in his mouth)
And if he ever try to run
(punch him in his mouth)
Don't even hit him with your gun, just
(punch him in his mouth)

Nigga how you always got the hook up
But never don't have no ends?
Plus I heard that that Benz that
You drivin is yo' friend's
Nigga don't ever like to spend
But he always wanna lend
You can hold onto these nuts
While they hangin from yo' chin see we men
And the real men don't tolerate them fakers
Send you quick to meet your maker
While I'm grippin on my baby makers
Them ain't haters
Why you posin like a player?
In the club tryin to mack a chick
But them hoes know you square
Get the fuck from 'round here
We keep it gutter down here
Always cryin like a bitch
Is your momma 'round here? If she is
No disrespect but take this pussy nigga home
Before we blame it on you cause
You the reason he born
He won't live long, with a mouth so potty
Halitosis on the tongue, he lie to everybody
Better do what I say before
These fists start flyin
Whatever you sellin homie, I ain't buyin

Yeah, this the business, Klump (let's go)
Aiyyo first things first
I ain't gon' plead no case
I keep a burner on my
Hip that'll eat yo' face (brrap)
Faggot! And I ain't tryin to talk it out
(nah) just cause you walked in the club
Don't mean you walkin out
You talkin money, what you talkin 'bout?
You come to my town
The boy Klump is the most talked about (uh)
Flow of the century, know that eventually
I'll be, dead and gone but man I
Hope that they mention me
I, can't rock harder than I've been rockin
(really) lyrically, I'm a nightmare
Similar to Bin Laden (yes)
Go ahead and run daddy -
Cause, I ain't the type
To do the talkin brought your shit about
Shoulda had him done daddy (nope)
I got a gun daddy - and I ain't scared
To lick a motherfuckin shot first
'fore that shot come at me (uh)
Raw wreck on mine son and tell them lames
I'ma do me when mine come, until then