Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK
'Cause you know when my nine goes pop
Hittin' fools up with the big ass L
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
It's the number one crew in the area
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Punk motherfuckers tryin' to ban Hip-Hop
And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit
In '91, Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger
'Cause Lench Mob niggaz are the craziest
Hell yeah, it's on, you better tell 'em
I gotta have it to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest
Motherfuckin' crew, motherfuckin' mob
It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell
Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller
One time can't hold me back
And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
Fuck R&B and the runnin' man
Do a motherfuckin' job in a motherfuckin' squad
And you can New Jack swing on my nuts
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
Caps gotta get pealed
It ain't no pop 'cause that sucks
And watch the Devil start kickin'
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
And hoes can't roll on even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta 'Hold On'
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Punk, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula, now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker
Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick
Keep the wack beats out, true, motherfuckin' baller
Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic
Now, let's see who'll drop
I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out
Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' L.M.
One and two, ah three e and ah four and
Make sure before you buck with Duck Quick
Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack
'Cause 'The Nigga Ya Love To Hate' still can 'Kill at Will'
Fuck you Ice Cube, that's what the people say
Like I said, it's a brand new payback
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue, goin' up against the Zulu
It's all about the L E N C H, y'all know the rest
I'm the one that stand with the gun in hand
Stop givin' juice to the Raiders
Kick his ass 'til I'm smellin' shit
Punks roll when I put in work
How many motherfuckers gotta pay?
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
Pig, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
'Cause Al Davis, never paid us
I'ma let y'all know one thing man
Fuck Amerikkka, still wit the triple K
Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
Drop a old school beat
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin'
