Aaahh Ooohhh!

Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Verse 1: Poc Fu

I'm coming evil like Knievel, mad like a scientist

Smooth and silky, rhyme are milky than even Milk D

But ****** try to catch it like a Scooby Snack

I'll lay ya flat on ya back like an L.T. sack

It's the P.O. from the brook

Chopping rappers like a chef for real, yo hold up

Na-na-na-na-na wait a minute

I'm super like the man when it comes to mics

I'll bring ya styles of all types more than high top nikes

Catchin' wreck like a tornado comin' through ya area

Ain't no hearing ya, I'll bury ya with mass hysteria

Rhymes Ill like vomit with maneuvers like a chess player

That make me solid like gold

I roll over beats like horses, you better check ya sources

If I was you and you was me I'll be just extra cautions

So what's up ya think that ya really wanna riff

Man I'll run through ya crew like Emmitt Smith so

Chorus: Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Verse 2/Chip Fu: Now ain't I a stinker?

I think I'm, uhh hiccup, drunk

But yo I'm ready, hiccup, ready to c-c-c-catch a punk

And pe- puff 'em full a lead

Shoot 'em till he's dead

And ooh I'll crush his little head to pieces

Yo it seem like I can't let let these suckers pass

So I'll leave MCs suffering like tha tha tha thuckatash

'Cause I rocks 'em, shocks 'em all y'all can lick this

Excuse my french, yo I'm coming like that Grinch that stole Christmas

Now with this, ignite me light me, fsss! boom!

I'll blow up the spot, then screech 'em, aah vrum

Leaving skid, ah, marks, ah, all over this track

Ya ding-a-ling but will and come again

I think my Spidey-sense is tingling

Kid I'm live like at the Apollo, bullet tips are hollow

Time to kill a sound, kill a sound, kill a sound boy tomorrow

When I raps I'm that hard act to follow

You can never bite my style,because it's wild and hard to swallow

So..Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Verse 3/Moc Fu: Ahh-oohhh!

It's true I'm down with the infamous Fu crew dude

Do I though ya knew, it's visible

I'm surely imperial, I'm golden chosen and quick to open

Brothers up for the year of '94, don't snore

Ya thought I had one style, but kid I got much more

Now let's see, I'm trippin I agree my mind's slippin'

Off and on the track and strapped with a rhyme

A microphone like a gat, an animal that's planning

To get a piece of the action with the traction

Shoot a three point shot like Paxson

Ya askin' nothin' homeboy, I know ya bluffin'

Again and again you're mouthin off saying nothing

So what in the hell you doing here? Are you lost?

I'm top notch, I get props your head'll get tossed

Of course, I'm swingin' **** with force, so what's up now?!

Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?

Aaahh ooohhh! What you gon' do

When you see the Fu-Schnicks come through?