"ThatÆs why Iverson took your sorry ass to the
hole you sorry motha fucker {fuck Jordan}
Michigan, Chicago Bulls Haters {fuck Jordan}
You know who the champs are
Bitch, we bring the championship to {fuck Jordan}
[ha, ha thatÆs thatÆs alright though]

First off, Fuck Phil Jackson and the team he claims
Midwest when we play, cominÆ quick with game
MJ claims to be a star, but Hill packed his shit
We bust some bad plays, bitch MJ is hit
Plus Pippen tries to guard Mills o watch the winnings
Phil Jackson and Chicago Bulls are some pussy ass bitches
Detroit keeps them worried while theyÆre wins keep on cominÆ
Steady shootin, busting the threes, and the bulls start runninÆ
Dennis Rodman go ask your homies
How weÆll take ya
Cut your sorry ass up, see ya in pieces
Now be deceased
Steve Kerr, donÆt fuck around with real GÆs
Quick to snatch your sorry ass off the courts
So fuck Chicago
IÆll let them bitches know its on for life
DonÆt let Detroit, Michigan ride tonight {ha, ha}
Chicago Bulls are hit and killedFuck with us and get the ball peeled
You know, SEE

Pass the ball when you see Joe D.
Call the refs when you see Lindsey ......... {uhh}
Who got æem? But you bulls didnÆt finish
Now youÆre about to feel the wrath of a Piston
Bitch, we put æem down

Check this out yaÆll
You mutha fuckas know what time it is
I donÆt even know why weÆre even in this league
YaÆll bitches ainÆt even on our level
IÆm gonna have my boys rag on you
Chicago Bulls bitch sorry ass bitches
{ahh yo, yo back the fuck up}

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Jordans shot just got blocked
LilÆ crossover passed that hoe
And let Hill put on a show
MJ needs to get spanked right
For setting up picks, little accident threw the hole
And I ainÆt heard of yah
Poise less shots attack when Hill is guarding yah
Spank yourself
Your whole dick even though MJ donÆt have one
Guard this move
æCause IÆm gonna slam your ass in a pang
Jordan softer than fuckin cookies
WeÆre running through the rookies
And weÆre smokinÆ the Bulls
In front of their fans
With the steady powerUnder my Michael Bower
ChicagoÆs click is sour
We push the ball every hour
We put æem down

Blocked the shot when you see Jordan
Steal the ball when you see Pippen .........{uhh}
Who got æem? But you bulls didnÆt finish
Now youÆre about to feel the wrath of a Piston
Bitch, we put æem down

Peep how we play
Keep it real
ItÆs basketball steelThis ainÆt no freestyle ballinÆ
All you Bulls are fallinÆ
With your mouths wide open
TryinÆ to come up off of us
You and Chicago hoping making engines
ItÆs like a car
Bulls think they learn to drive
But they run mutha fucka, why you still alive
Talking you about gettinÆ money
But itÆs funny to me
All you bitches livinÆ bummy
While you fucking with us
IÆm a self made millionaire
Basketball playa livinÆ out of Duke
Jump shots in the air {air}
Dennis Rodman remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
Ang beg a bitch to let you play in the palace
Now its all about Laettner
You copied the style
Five jumpers couldnÆt drop us
We took it and smiled
Now IÆm about to get the record straight
With my J-S
IÆm still the playa that you love to hate
Mutha fucka we put æem down

IÆm from S.E. Michigan
Where plenty games occurs
No points to come
We bringinÆ drama to all you Bulls
Now go check the scenerio
Rodman
WeÆll bring you fake GÆs to yah knees
CopinÆ pleas with these threes
Steve Kerr is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little team smoked up
What the fuck
Is you stupid
I take money
Crash and mash through Chi town
With my click hoopinÆ, shootinÆ and pollutin
You block with fifteen pop
Clocked glock to your shot
Motor City click moving up another knotch
And your fans get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass windy city props
Brainstorm and locked

YouÆs a B-ballinÆHill style taker
IÆll tell your to your coach, you ainÆt shit but a faker
So fill the United Center with a chaser
æbout to get ball out for the paper buddah
I mean set the post for scene of the paper
Like a lot, with Rodman in a choke
Toting smoke, we ainÆt no motha fuckin joke
Real B-ball playas better be known
Be approachingIn the wide open, rim and net smokinÆ
No need for hopinÆ
ItÆs a game lost
I gott em crossed as soon as the Bulls is hopinÆ off
Bulls, we put æem down

Now you tell me who won
Bulls see Pistons they run
They donÆt wanna see us
æOle Chicago Bulls playin try to be us
How they champs when we do our job, we millionaires
KillinÆ their fans but somebody has to do it
Oh yah, Atlanta, donÆt one you bitches got HIV or something
You better back the fuck up before you get slammed the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you bitches wanna bring it, bring it
But we ainÆt ballin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your mutha fuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motha fuckas
Now when I said it was all about Atlanta
All you motha fuckas had to open your mouth
So this is how we gonna do this
Fuck MJ, fuck Atlanta
Fuck Chicago as a staff, franchise, and as a mutha fuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Chicago then fuck you too
Luc Longley, Toni Kukoc, fuck you too
All you motha fuckas, fuck you too
Drive slow {fuck Jordan, fuck Jordan}
My boy fo fo (44 Rick Mahorn) make sure all your playas donÆt grow
You hoes canÆt beat us or see us
We Michigan ridas, Midwest till we die
Out here in Detroit, bitch
We warned ya, weÆll bomb on you motha fuckas
You think you the team, bitch, we the motha fuckin team
AinÆt nuttinÆ but playas
And the real GÆs, all you bitches canÆt hang with us
Our shit goes wins the series and the championship
You bitches laugh cuz you think weÆre weaker than a motha fuckin rookie
You know how it is and we drop JÆs they felt
You bitches canÆt feel it
We the champs
Fuck æem
Chicago Bulls killas"