Lyrics:

[introhook Repeat 6x]
1, Motherfuckin' 2, Motherfuckin' 3
1, And Here Comes The 2 To The 3, And

[verse 1 Lakim Shabazz]
silly Weak Rappers Are Full Of This
since I'm A Don I'm Puttin' Out A Hit
cause I'm Fired Up, I'm Tired Of All The Bullshit
flavor Unit, It's Time To Attack A 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 You, Make You Feel Real Sore
have That Ass Looking Just Like The Spook Who Sat By The Door
known To Kill Ducks, Skills Erupt
you Ask Why My Reply Is 'i Don't Give A Fuck!'
i'm A Panther, I Love Fresh Meat
after I Kill You, I'm A Leave Your Body Across 110th Street
my Tactics Are Drastic And Real Fast
i Tie A Rope To A Truck And Cold Drag Your 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 You Pop, Go Straight Back Down Ya Throat
everyday All Day This Be The Hard Way
putting Rappers Out Of Commission Even On An Off Day
flavor Unit Rules G, We're Taking Rappers Out
1 Motherfucking 2 Motherfucking 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 Fuck Cos I Ain't Got Shit To Lose
fuck Around, Lay Around And Get Stuck Up
you Beat Me Wait A Minute, Hold The Fuck Up!
if I Was Deaf, Dumb, Blind, Stupid, Lame
handicapped, Crippled And 'pussy' Was My Middle Name
you Couldn't Beat Me Slick, Snap That Neck Like A Chick-O-Stick
i Know Who'll Getcha Quick. (Who) My Dick!
tell Me, Is This Some Type Of Tournament
i Cut Ya Fuckin' Head Off And Use It As A Christmas Tree Ornament
come And Give Me A Test Whoever Claims To Be The Best
leaves With A 40-Below Footprint On His Chest
fucked Up, Got Stuck, Go Press Your Luck
both Of His Legs Were Found In Back Of A Garbage Truck
head Found In The Bar Of A Limousine
the Rest Of His Body At A Dump-Site In Queens
damn Man, Mr. Handman, You Like Braggin
ya Fucked Up, Made A Wrong Turn And Entered The Dragon
i Told You I'm Out To Stalk
last Nigga Tried Me, Died G, Felt My Tomahawk
apache, That's Me, I'm Get In Rappers' Ass
1 Motherfuckin 2 Motherfuckin 3

chorus (X4)

[verse 3 Treach]
you Coulda Been My Main Shit Stain But You Scrap And Will Wack, Black
the Only Thing I Smoke Witta Pipe Is An Ass Crack
you Challenge Treach, I'll Seal You Quick, You Can't Touch That
i Thought You Did A Triple Cos You Said 'aw, Fuck That!'
down The Hill How Ya Feel, Hey Ben Hef
give Me A Hearin Aid Or Two Then I'm Thru Cos I'm That Def
that's How We All Be, Tighter Than Small Lees
club, Rap And R&b, I'm Wreckin On All 3
this Drill Means Chill, Guard Ya Grill, Trouble
is That Your Head Or Is Your Neck Blowin A Fuckin Bubble
a-B-C, Skip To The S-T
u-V-W-X, Fuck The Y-Z
brand New, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-In
tape Damn Soothes Me Then, If I'm Wrong, Sue Me Then
wait Let Me Hear Another Tune, Tune Me In
so I'm Straight, If I Hear 'drop The Bomb' I Have To Go
break A Snake' For Anytime Or Any Day, As Many Rhymes For Many Ways
erase, Forgive Me Not Cos Shit I'm Hot, If I Can Get Then You'll Get Got
au Contraire, Mon Frere, This Is All My Hair
i Wouldn't Cut It For The Biggest Butt-Ocks Out There
but On A Tip Or Hittin Hips, I'm More Than Quick
i Grease My Lightnin', It's Frightening How I Get, A Slick
schooled, Dark, Cool Sagittarian
two Types Of Marryin Very Thick Or Very Thin
naughty By Nature And The Flavor U-N-I-T
1 Motherfuckin 2 Motherfuckin 3

chorus (X4)