Party people
your dreams have now
been fulfilled
Get your ass up
and let's get ill
That's right y'all
we more than rough
We callin' your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes
Yo don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch
to etch my line walk
Never fetchin' for crime
Halt who goes there
Yo it's the squeeze of five fingers
puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps
they on stare
While we rockin' it
I'll rock in it
Like the little ball inside
the spray can
providing three coats for
both child woman and man
God bless the God
lay these streets wall to wall
It go
oooh oooh oooh oooh
You got popped like a flick
by that rivalry clique
It went
oooh oooh It ain't my fault
your ass is on the asphalt
Got your chin touched by my fam
who though you brought harm you see
I'm iced out
like a glass of tea
Better yet oatmeal cookies
Y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court
but I don't think you can D
Why try
Maseo be gettin' high
since Luke was Luke Skywalk'
Man my topic of talk
is sheddin' shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim
that afrocentric lovin'
is the past drug
A life filled with guns
That's what thugs love
Snatch you fast wrap that ass
in the rug of your choice
while it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin'
through the joint
I put the funk on hold
'Cause if you don't
you'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab
and gladly add
a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips
for that ass to kiss
Most crews are post-current
while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious
loved by all ages
Graduated from the
you-and-I-versity
of hard- hitters for real
I got ###### in the streets
that'll blast your ass
for the shine and get
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
If you a fat chick
gettin' your fuck
on tonight then go
Oooh oooh oooh
Put your hands
opposite to the ground
if you're lovin' our sound go
oooh oooh oooh oooh
And to my broke ######
on the corner holdin' me down go
oooh oooh oooh oooh
I swear Tommy gonna get it
he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land
plant corn
Bust kernels on heat
Work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass
P.E. hostile
Rockwilder the beat
top dollar defeat
Big money's make the big decisions
keep hip-hop alive
it's just an intermission
Back to the second half
of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap
I had a name for makin' paper
since papier-mâché
Now my dollar coins join
pounds of yen for play
While you broke ######
reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread
to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to God damn
Damn God you're killin' it
Should incorporate it
invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it
Soundin' like they virtual
this joint'll hurt you yo
Twas the night before Christmas
and my crib got robbed
They did a job
Took all the goodies
out from under the tree
except the CDs
of shiny-suit rappers
and flossin' emcees
Who fail at takin' it to
rhyme degrees
Man you know no wack poems
get no play in our homes
You need to not get
nappy with me
or else we gon' relax your mind
let your conscious be free
Yo where my Wall Street ######
if ya up in the stands go
Oooh oooh oooh To my women that'll throw they hands
against they punk-ass man go
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
If you never been shot
or stabbed Brick City go
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
I gotta catch a cab
back to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh oooh oooh oooh