Operation Extortion - Kool Keith

I’ma cancel all the studios, I’mma find you in New York

You fucked it up for everybody

When I see you I’mma punch you in your fuckin face

You and that other faggot ass nigga that rap witchu

I’mma catch you (?) Ensoniq or Platinum Factory

I know you be in fuckin Chung King

I’mma search around motherfuckin D&D

Fuck you nigga, criticizin my shit, talkin behind my back

Youse a weak nigga, don’t speak nigga, face the trigger

What you know about my shit?

Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it?

You fuckin hatin it

Backpack ass nigga, how you figure?

Fuck a cypher, I get live on your favorite ass corny ass niggas

I’m a survivor, no village ass shit

Motherfuckers walkin around tryin to be Bob Marley and Lenny Kravitz

That scarf shit around everybody’s head is for faggots

Get on stage I throw lettuce and cabbage

You fuckin with bad habits

Run up on you like 10 Puerto Ricans gettin out a fuckin Chevrolet

I don’t play, fuck your bodyguard Big Rae

I chop your hands off and throw your fuckin fingers in the ashtray

Dead-end, no backup, comin down to one-way

Chorus: Kool Keith

Operation.

extortion (4X)

Why you curse so much nigga?

Fuck you, duck you

Loadin this motherfuckin tec up, there’s a lot of things I must do

Click up, shut the fuck up, bukka, bukka, bukka

Fake-ass cast, counterfeit bitch-ass

I’mma see how long that choreographer dance shit last

Make you take the CD’s out the shelf

Come to your record release party, show you some shit

And make you piss on yourself

No guest list, I better get past this

Type of motherfucker to wait outside the club

For your black dumb-asses, I’mma have a contest

See which bitch-ass nigga get in they car the fastest

Strongarm your bodyguards with armed freebase smokers in a stolen Dodge

Pour gasoline down your shirt in the car garage

Yo black burn this nigga

Watch how Kentucky Fried I turn this nigga

Watch you sizzle like a well done Nathan’s Frank

That’s what you get for fuckin with Hank

Give all your fuckin credit cards, niggas with ski masks

Took your mink coats at Chemical Bank

Visa America take this shit fill up the gas tank

I told y’all I was gon' slap that motherfucker

And baseball bat that motherfucker

Your man with his bullshit mixtape ran out Hot 97 like a sucker

I’mma send a crackhead that needs money bad

At least to get one of you motherfuckers

You owe me for damage

I know a Dominican that’s ready to stab your fuckin manager

Catch a homicide and catch a Greyhound bus out to Canada