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Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
funk
I'd never screw my life up
Because of how sick you are
You walk by the river
As you start to shiver
Two headlights are following you
As he
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
surround-by sound
Paint job cracking cause the punch ain't fade
Jamming that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowing coke-laced seed
I'm throwing up
and Frankenstein
Drinkin 'cisco disco dead wine
Dead stiffs coming through the door
Head, speakers, and limbs on the floor
I'm getting drunk, I want to be down,
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
feeling

Chorus 1

[Mr. Shadow]
It's 4 in the morning and the party still bumpin
Everybodys drunk even viscious man Funk,
Got the cup full of liquid, got my
feeling

Chorus 1

[Mr. Shadow]
It's 4 in the morning and the party still bumpin
Everybodys drunk even viscious man Funk,
Got the cup full of liquid, got my
place to hide in this world
Change will change the term hurt
First in line to decline held by a set to burn
Red alert, nines at work, less lives
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground 
I be's the Effect like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black 
techs 
Somebody stop
down, we remix it 
He speakin, here we go your beef is nice
I'm from the gutter mother... best you think twice 

Now back to who's nice
load up, get drunk and kick it like two playas when the (?) 
Ain't nothin change except the season 
And do no dirt until you fools give us a reason
we had to touch the beat cause the track is dope, nigga
And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga
A lot of niggas rolling around
me, prepare for the worst! 

[prepare for the worst] 

Verse Two: Method Man 

Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same 

Million dollar
I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs 

I change my name to Deon cause I'm mutha freaking prime time 



Chorus 



Verse 3: Peter
it sound like heaven well 

Seven six five four three two one 

JD what the deal is? Lemme get some 

How many occasions you and your liasons
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
the sticker off another forty ounce
And wonder, 'How did my life get here?'
My ole goes in stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk
Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple
One, two, three, four!
I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love
Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough
I cradled
the old
I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow
Right here, this use to be a record shop
I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in
and hin (well allright)
and a nigga got drunk ass fuck
and now it's time for me to go and get my dick sucked (by who)
by a bitch I meat the other day
change
Just rib your ass up just to gut your pockets out
I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks
That they found in they house beat up and I don't
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,