Lyrics:
Willie D

One two, one two And this is, the hardcore raw Lyrical law, never seen before And I am, D.M.C And for all of y'all This is the way, we reckless for rhymes

You told me you'd love me forever But the one in your arms is not me So if this is what you refer to as love Then I'd rather you didn't love me I have

Nineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nine Willie D Retreat or get hit I'm loved by few, hated by many But guess what? I don't give a shit [VERSE 1: Willie D]

to relatives That I hadn't seen in years Walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack And she gave me one back She said "there's plenty of food, Willie

(feat. Sho) [Verse 1: Willie D] As I roll through the motherfucking inner city 27 years and the block still looks shitty The mayor put his picture on

then a nigga gotta hurt her Bitches die too my recipe for a murder [Willie D] My recipe for a murder is simple Fuck with Will and get one to your temple

War 3 right here on the concrete God damn, I done told ya (Willie D) goin' out lika soldier... Fuck this, fuck that is my motto Willie D is fucking

keep your mothafucking Noble Peace Prize I said fuck Rodney King and I mean it And any mothafucka out there who resent it Cause didn't nobody set a fire for Willie D

Whatcha see D, w-w-w-whatcha see D I see some bald headed hoes Bald Head Hoes Whatcha see D, w-w-w-whatcha see D I see some bald headed hoes [Verse