[Intro: Big Shug talking]
Yeah, it's time for me to step up and get me a piece of this mutherfuckin' pie
Yah nam sayin', I know you cats been waitin' for the real
That's all I know, on this track something's about to get broke up
You got to respect that
It's only right
Word up

[Verse One: Big Shug]
I rock for niggas that box, pull triggers on Glocks
Hang out all day on hot blocks
When you yell "let's go" they don't stop
Their soul mission, is to be on top
This is a score for soldiers of war
And veteran rap crews that go on world tours
I stay lyrically fit, to beat the shit
Out of compit-ish that wish to flip
I'm comin' through like 2 blows
Crack your clavicle
Hot like calicos, outta control
I throw vicious hooks and upper cuts
To knock you on ya butt, I'm in your face screamin' "what"
And you supposed to be hard
You get chased by attack dogs, up trees through backyards
Guru hit me on the hip, there's gonna be some shit
So grab your team and battleship
I'm bombin' shit like NATO, you wanna play, yo?
I crush that ass like tomatoes
Forever it be me and Gu'
It ain't a mutherfuckin' thing you cats can do
And what, and what what what
Counter punch, and what
And what what what
Counter punch, and what

[Hook x2]
Uh, uh
"The shit gets drastic"
"They learn when I hit them"
Niggas be near the stage ice grillin' and posted up
They don't know niggas with us be holstered up
Ready to toast it up, they try to approach
But they can't quite get, close enough
Or they bound niggas snuffed
Counter punch, counter punch, believe that
Yeah
"The shit gets drastic"
"They learn when I hit them"

[Verse Two: Guru]
It's too late in the game for us to choke
And you don't want to provoke these OG's to go for broke
We got outta state cap peelers, ex crack dealers
Ex cons, dons and macs that stack skrilla
And now we're splittin' the pie
Bustin' off a lick in the sky
Soon as I'm spittin' you die
Instantly, you just a wimp to me
My man Premier orchestrates the breaks on this symphony
And now you know you should respect your fathers
I'm understandin' god, as we continue this saga
Me and my nigga Shug, go hood to hood
Understood, you tryna buy props
Thats why you ridin' the wood
It's all good, from Blue Hill Ave to Humbolt
Right here to NYC blazin' trails like gun smoke
Some toke, others be ready to fight ya
See more beef than butchers
Beat you down or just snipe ya
Counter punch

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Big Shug]
I get you cats in a verbal crossfire
Then cock my hand back and slap the hellfire outta liars
Chill out in cockpits, puff fly with pilots
Acquire frequent flyer mileage
All black on, shoes sway violet
No matter how you flip it, dunn, I stay stylish
The girl I'm wit' you dream to get in-between her
While I be on tour walkin the beaches of Ipanema
See my nina, you run and hide
So I'd rather get the drop then punch you dead in the eye
You scared of me, you outta be, 'cause basically
You just another wack-ass MC
I'm deadly, sickenin' like the flu
You got 2 hours, get out the game or you through
So, come front and I will bust your circumference
Big Shug ain't ever havin', none of that nonsense
Pass the word to ya team, we out to lunch
And they can't withstand the mighty blow of the counter punch
And what, and what what what
Counter punch, and what
And what, and what what what
Counter punch, counter punch

"The shit gets drastic"
"They learn when I hit them"