At your own Risk Lyrics

.. it's at your own {*repeating, getting louder*}

.. it's at your own .. it's at your own

.. it's at your own .. it's at your own

.. it's at your own risk SUCKER!



Yo! Whassup? Yo.. what's happenin, what's happenin?

E-Swift, you cuttin the records nice boy

DJ Pooh whassup man? We all chillin

Yo, yo, J-Ro's in the house, we all cold coolin out y'knahmsayin?

And I'ma bust it off like this for Compton



Well - look who sprung up, comin the fuck up

I came in the place to let you know what's up

with a bunch of trunk jewerly

Two or three fat gold chains, ring plates with my name on 'em

Yeah I rhyme fly, real fly Hobbes

I wear Nike's cause I run from the cops

Pops taught me lots he said "Toys are for tots"

At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock

cause, my jimmy was gettin kinda big

At nine I was a kid but I took my first swig

Hugged that Olde English beer

So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer

Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangsta

Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a

person, runnin a verse on like this, hahahaha..

Whassup? This at your own risk, sucker



Uhh! This at your own risk, sucker..

P-Puh, Puh-P-Puh-P-Puh-Pooh man fuck it!



People always say, "Are you the King of the West?"

But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test

even though, they know I'm King, I'm on a higher level

I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil

I mean really, how you think I'm livin?

On the strength I'm livin like it's Thanksgiving

So yo, whassup turkey, tryin to jerk me?

Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt T

The almighty individual

You said you knew, but I don't think you really know

about the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy

I drive a Caddy, and I'm livin fatly

Had me on stage in a rage

Yellin was what ya know, that's how I get paid

Made my mark but rappers still insist, to diss

but yo it's at your own risk sucker



Sup? It's at your own risk

Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break



Verse three is another one for those to remember

King Tee is the champ, smashin all contenders

For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction

I'm snappin arms, legs and even necks and

suckers who thrive to drive me crazy

You know the ones who front tryin to amaze me

Take it as a warnin cause I'm hopin that you don't diss

But get a load of this, it's at your own risk, sucker!



Yo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift

Rockin the house, y'knowhatI'msayin?

We got Walkman in the house

We got J-Ro in the house

We got (??).. {*echoes*}

Y'knowhatI'msayin we cold chillin y'know

I wanna send this record out, to the Piano Man

Piano Man, won't you play somethin for me

Aight, get busy, right here, c'mon c'mon

Get funky, get, get funky, c'mon c'mon

Get funky ass oh, ohh yeah

Get funky, aww ooooooh shit!

It's at your own risk suckers, knowhatI'msayin?

Yeah, E-Swift, scratch that in

Awwww yeah..

Aww you're doggin it man, y'knowhatI'msayin?

SEE YA!