Lakim Shabazz Apache - 1-2-3 Lyrics

IntroChorus: (x6)

1 motherf*ckin 2 motherf*ckin 3
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and

Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz

???? rappers are full of this since I'm a Don I'm pullin out a hit
cos I'm fired up I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit it's time to attack the prey
So make way for hip hop's green beret
Bring on the refills you see we feel
the name of the brain game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door
Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a f*ck!'
I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
Everyday all day this be the hard way
Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin rappers out
1 motherf*ckin 2 motherf*ckin 3

Chorus (x3)

Verse 2: Apache

Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a f*ck cos I ain't got shit to lose
F*ck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the f*ck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame
handicapped, crippled and "pussy" w