time to fight back cause the
new jack black macks
Ain't did shit about that, whack, jackin'
And I'm packin'
'Cause I'm down for the
bank I'm stackin'
And in a straight up brawl I'll mall alla y'all
Ya try to crawl for Tylenol and I install
Big fists in your face,
the blow is well placed
Spray 'em with mace in
case mace is his taste
Throw up the dogs, the
competition is fogged
'Cause he was smokin' the yang,
iced and drink the 8- ball
Drunk, stumblin',
threw him with the lean
I sweep him, then attack the spleen
Play the congas on his backbone
He's funk baritone until
I twisted his dome
Creep up on my house and
try to roll me up?
And got stuck in the gut with a black,
Glock
And he starts to wobble
Self- defense is what I'm claimin',
let's squabble
I pick up a pipe to take
plenty of quick swipes
One grazed his dome and sliced
his eye whites
I don't give a damn bout
a stupid ass burglar
It's all circular
The dope dealer sells dope
to the dope smoker
The smoker breaks in and tries to choke ya
But I ain't the one to run from ya son
This is my house, and it's fulla guns!
I'm down for mine and my
choke is nice and hard
When you jack the boss there
ain't no holds barred!
crushin' most hoods like
katie- dids(?)
I'm pleadin' guilty for the damage I did
This ain't about random violence
The (?) crept into my house,
fuck silence
Now most punks want to
run for the stun gun
Fuck a stun gun, I got the big one
Forty- four mag, automatic, chrome
Mercury- tipped bullets, melt the dome
It's the 1990's, and crack is
Talkin' to the criminals,
ever so subliminal
Some crackhead wants mix- a- lot dead
A jack move instead,
another fool bled
I can't cry cause my tears are nearly froze
My interior's cold,
it possess my soul
I'm on the paranoid tip
And each of my socks got a clip!
When my house got robbed,
a top notch job
Cops laughed while my mom
just sobbed
9- 1- 1 only works for the rich ones
So I collect guns!
So step right through if you're
down for the wrong move
Most crews are moved by my
twelve gauge boom!
How can I love when I gotta
Protect my neck from a punk suspect?
Gun control - I ain't wit it
They banned the AK and any
fool can still get it
The innocent have been beaten,
bruised and scarred
But for this citizen,
there ain't no holds barred
"it is an absolute infringement
Hypothetical situation
Gun control starts sweepin'
the nation
Now you got a bunch of unarmed
innocent victims
Gettin' fucked by the system
Sittin' at home with a butter knife, huh
Any fool could rape your wife
So what's up when the criminals
can't be stopped?
The only one with guns are the cops
But it's hard for a brother to trust police
Huh, so the shit don't cease
So I go downtown to buy a hot gun
I hated criminals, and now I'm one
Because I bought a gat to pro
tect my house
The cops want to bust me out?
So it's illegal to protect yourself?
Hell, you either get killed, or you in jail
So when you vote
You better think about what I just wrote
And fuck writin' a note to
yo' congressman!
You got the fool hired
Now help get the fool fired
A scary scenario
And I put it in your stereo
So when a fool tries to run up on my car
R.i.p., no holds barred
Sir Mix-a-lot 
