B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) (Beat Bullies Remix)

Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants or silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weatherman tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin'
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo', ow

Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (yeah, ha, ha, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (yeah, uh-huh)
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (ha, ha, ha, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah

Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
'Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
Before you re-up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia's on ya
Movin' like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, then block the corridors
Pullin' off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece fish 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, ha

Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (uh, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah

So Slum, so Slime, nigga, I'm straight gutter
You can ask my baby mother
She gon' be like, "Nigga, shit
He the type to fuck a chick and rob that bitch's baby brother"
And I'm the type to cut your bitch
And keep the shit up under cover
Confessions, blessings, living in sin
A few new recruits, we pimping again
Three grams of hard, we flipping again
Now I'm walking dubs on the Benz, yeah
One, two crack fiends
Three dope boys in creased jeans
Four po-po's done hit the scene
Five hot traps on ML King
Lock a thick ho inside sixteens
Rubberice, she empty cream
Fuck her right, she'll moan, scream
Just ask killas 'bout me
Niggas swerving, serving, bouncing and bucking
Like a 5.59, still crumping something
Keep two hot 9's, thirty rounds dumping
Grind out the hip when the trap ain't jumping
Keep one bitch, nigga, just for sucking
Ain't coming out the block banging, I'm down for busting
Come on, come on, yeah, yeah
One, two, come on, yeah (one, two)

Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (uh, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah

Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah