Aggressive, my style versitile.
You're best to hear the Mojo growl.
Coming up behind with a bat, "crack" from a Mr. Payne
attack.
Dazed and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
s**t, you're being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and
bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed your luck.
What the f**k?
Stuck now, your a*s in a rut.
Fowler warned ya, then he
had to storm ya.
On that a*s like heat in Arizona, you weak motherfuckers better move,
or catch on from the Four Peice of
Doom.
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Mojo's in the house
and ya might get hurt.
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Mojo's
in the house and ya might get hurt.
Feel my aggression!
Yo, Brand X, its time for wreck for respect.
That's what I mean when
we're snappin' necks
We're on a mission to kill the competition, not repetitive,
so yo, check and listen The man has got you all
fooled.
Only one color dominates and rules.
Green, greed that is what he feeds.
A demon seed deep inside you and me.
In my
sights each and every night.
Makes me so mad I want to start a fight.
Walk right up, smack the Grammy outta your hand
and then
ask your mom who's No. 1.
They don't understand.
You want to try and bang, but your band can't hang!
Red alert, red alert,
red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt.
Red
alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Survival of the fittest so ya might
get hurt.
Feel my aggression!