prepare for attack on the stars prepare for attack on the stars five four three two one begin attack begin attack ah hip swass down to be the boss hustlin movin punks gettin tossed stop it s cocked move back don t make a move or i ll drop you in your tracks growin blowin not hype i m hyper i scratch records maharaji is a sniper woo too swift for the criminals banks never gonna measure my decibels get it up this beat s so crazy punks like you don t phase me big man muscle in the window kickin live in a four door benzo ripped with muscles i m furious mc s almost hip gettin curious mix a lot the maker of revenue drop kick mud ducks on the avenue cadillac some think i m a mover but the gold on the wheels might moo ya i m in effect with another funky groove posse up mix a lot is on the move attack attack attack oh here we go i dropped my microphone picked it up now i m back on your stereo out west rollin in a big benz don t chill not til the song ends there s the more now i know you hear it grit my teeth when i write my you jump i attack like a animal no pity no show at your funeral punk your rap s illiterate wanna box boy don t consider it ingenious used to be a good boy nine millimeter gat my new toy let s go shuffle for the right shot stick and move if you want but you ll get caught criminals on the set you ain t nothin big boss in effect i ain t bluffin launch phase 2 launch phase 2 launch phase 2  what about this other group dressed like gq yeah i m talkin about you you call yourself rappers crack another joke you old smoker take another toke you bought caine back in san diego i saw it when you laid it on the table big disappointment to your fans you wanna throw let s go for the floor man woo that s controversy yeah i said it and i show no mercy superstars watch your back yo d your game was wack nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead your girl calls my name in your bed fire this beat s so hard new song my attack on the stars time is running out time is running out no time my rhyme s runnin out a fuel here s the part you decide if you wanna do count it up the ducats from the swass tour buckle up for the pain you will endure movin runnin slick plus cunnin girlies on my straw cause i rap so stunnin loaded with ambition uzi ammunition tongue lashin suckers black it like a statistician satisfied never nothin could be better roll a gold caddy wearin white troop leather packin dual handguns rippin up the nation droppin enemies so hard they type they wouldn t want none inhale here we go again the story of my life everyday s a perfect ten always gettin caught with tactical equipment bringin in my uzi on the ups shipment cut em droppin em no one says i copy em skeesos in my posse always tell me that i m rockin em old school new school make no never mind your foundation s just been undermined slice roast those big boys banks don t matter you will be destroyed up and down the rap world goes the radio rotation dominated by your flow but i m comin radio or not it s your record label they kept me on the block my posse s new attitude no mercy on the stars and that includes you so what is it man what s this you ve been saying aw yeah it s my attack on the stars out there wrecking your audience punk you oughta be ashamed you know who it is it s the big man so don t mess with it yeah sucker huh out there puffin that head boy please you ain t with this smoker smoker i said it yeah and what s up man yeah and this punk know what s happenin 