Let's Go - Kool Moe Dee

Intro 

Reporter: So  tell me... How do you feel about 'Jack the Ripper'? 

[Evil Thriller laughter] 

(Get him!) 

Verse 1 

Want me to get him? Well I got him 
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him 
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed 
To make him rewind  this time I draw the line 
He's mine...just chill 
Don't nobody touch him cos Imma get ill 
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill 
And this time I shoot to kill 
Just like a sucker you took the bait 
Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late 
So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up 
You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up 
Boy, I'm gonna chew you, cos I knew you was 
Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you 
The way you should be done, call you my son 
Make you say "Daddy, I don't want none" 
I've had enough of you actin' tough 
You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff 
Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it 
You got yourself into it, you blew it 
You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac 
You came back with a stone cold plain attack 
Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that? 
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack... 
The Ripper, down with my zipper 
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster 
Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock 
Imma knock you out the box, let's go... 

Let's Go! 

Verse 2 

Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up? 
Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up 
Talk about how your records went double platinum 
With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them 
So you got paid, take the money you've made 
Bet it on yourself, are you afraid? 
Money talks, B.S. walks 
When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked 
So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this 
Battlin's for real men, and I doubt if 
You can even hang or give a run for the money 
You're just a sucker, and it's funny 
How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York 
And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk 
You try to act like you're a big man, but you're a big fag 
Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man 
You ain't got a chance in the world 
Your records were smokin', but you sound like a girl... 
[How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier 
I'm double platinum] Hold up, is he a 
Man or a girl? What in the world? 
You sound like Cheryl the Pearl 
And you wanna battle me on the microphone? 
Leave that crack alone, let's go... 

Let's Go! 
I said, Let's Go! 
Come on, boy! Let's Go! 
Better than me? 

Verse 3 

Picture that with a Kodak 
I don't take no shorts and