Come on come on
(Time, time, time for some action)
Yeah, yeah
(Time, time, time for some action)

Come on come on
(Time, time, time for some action)
Yeah, yeah
(Time, time, time for some action)
Come on come on

Drunk ass fool, just a punk ass gonna 'cause trouble
Yeah, let me burst that bubble in a hurry
I ain't happy, so worry, what's a judge and a punk ass jury?
Homeboy, should I'm done to go home?
But ya got caught up inside the cyclone

If I go home, I'll get slopped and stoned
When I disconnect that fuckin' neck bone
Then ya get the kick to jaw
Kid and I rip out ya eyelids, so you can see
The head nigger at it, killa
Comin' when I break on the static

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around

Shit, I get real shit, yo shit, can ya feel it
Carbon copy come steal it
The gatt I conceal it under my jacket
Oh where, oh where do you think I pack it?

Under my belt, when the cards get dealt to all the players
And though the punk ass fakers
Just come and ya get the high pitched hum
Make ya understand where I'm from

The east side brown kid looks around
Puts down tump it must fall down
It's on, when you wanna take my pound
Punk, what go around come around

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)
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What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around

Time, time, time for some action
(Check me and I'll check you back)
Time, time, time for some action
(Check me and I'll check you back)

When they come with the static cling, it's nothing
Make ya sing the blues like B.B. King
I got the roughneck scales to give awhile
Like a voodoo child, nuthin' but style
Take it but you can see the black glock clickin'
Point my gatt at the punk ass victims

Step up or you can step back though the doors
You can bring it on if ya wanna come get yours
But ya betta look ova ya shoulder
'Cuz a loss of blood gets the body much colder

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around
(Go around)

What go around, come around, kid
(Go around)
What go around, come around

Time, time, time for some action
(Check me and I'll check you back)
Time, time, time for some action
(Check me and I'll check you back)

Time, time, time for some action
(Check me and I'll check you back)
Time, time, time for some action
(Check me and I'll check you back)
(Check, check, check me and I'll check you back)
(Check, check, check me and I'll check you back)