Yo Savon, you're my man and everything else But you just can't run up in this building and shoot And fools got my brother hostage, man [Savon] Fuck that!! I don't want nobody shoots 'til I say so, you understand? I'm running this crew And you ain't running shit but your mouth Cause shit ain't worked all day and it's on Ugh, YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Ugh, YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Five niggaz on the roof with the proof And one went out White boy wanna know what it's all about Back in St. Louis Down with King James so everybody knew us Who that wanna do us? - GOOSE!! The first motherfucker done went loose Catch him on the roof, got my news from my Deuce Deuce Savon, can't be clowned Saw the motherfucker got the critical beat down On and on the drama continues to ring For me, I'm known as James the King I got a partner by my right hand Though Savon is the hype man But he thinks that he can do something I can't do "What's that?" - command the crew Now, I'm finding out who was really true Two white boys got my brother on a hostage's tip Fuck that, I wanna give them full clips So you better stay calm with the shooters Ugh, and here come the looters Move it YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Move it YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Ugh, bailed through the skylight He spends some time, so could you give me a highlight White boy got to stick his nose in, claimed he seen nothing Got to break him off something Rushed down the steps, hands up, sound dumb Shaking like a bitch is how we found him Showed him the Machete, he stepped back from the riot Claimed he ain't never seen a nigga like that With Don and Cletus, we stepped about seven for two And I'm the meanest motherfucker in my crew Do him, boom, hit another shot Ran for cover [Gun Shot] Awww shit, got my little brother I'm not nice tonight, cause you got me in a Gun Fight Yeah, the cap peeler, big drug dealer I already had to kill the man Called up Raymond who is crazy as I am He got the ammo', he got much guns Trunk the funk, now, my posse is ready to pump the chumps I wanna kill them suckers badder than any of them Let them showed me my brother's health Savon, don't care, he is my nightmare I'm trying to slow him up I wanna blow them up So you better stay calm with the shooters Motherfucker YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Move it YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Move it Pour more juice to the scene Cause Raymond got a trunk full of M16s Now, bitch give me room He got Wickey, K.J. and Luther and White Moon Cletus and Savon Seven motherfuckers that drag like Ping Pong There's a lot of bullets flying Echoes screeching, there's a lot of motherfuckers dying All I want is my brother back 13 men in the St. Louis death track So you better stay calm with the shooters The shooters, the shooters, the motherfucking looters YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Move it YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Move it YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! -> [Flavor Flav] Move it