Lyrics:
Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement
fear when we step in the arena
360 C-Know simply cyclin'
Firm as a rock print the god when I'm buildin' blocks
Mecca she got the funk
She got the funk
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
white family on the block had to adapt to a change
Paranoid of my new surroundings, would they see me the same
By the time I'm in high school, I had
asbestos, spraying rhymes like aspesticides
Best to step aside, realize who the best is
[Lilscienz]
One two, one two
The Scienz of Life, we ?X? to New Jeru
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
father
He was unprepared, he forgot to bother
His heart was impaired, called me from the doctor
To start again new, yeah that was the offer
Will my kid
shootin', sike, I made you look
Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died
Inna Bando we cookin' dickhead snitchin' you see me lurk on block you trippin
Catch a enemy bun them the next week end
His face on a news he's
Yeah, ok, ok
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on
Pulling up, to the block
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it
Make a move baby, mix some tunes baby
Feeling loose, lemme choose, L.A. views today
We're the news, baby, out on Tuesday babe
She's amused, by
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught
And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought
And we gon' stay leavin' out
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
what? What? What?)
Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor (what? Say word, word)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga (Nigga)
They try to play him
ain't even tell him I got it he asking me sell me a gram guess it's da otter
cye watch how you step to da kid get yo ass leave yo ass burnt like
a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
For the hood, for the kids
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Credits Roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We havin' fun
A crazy run
Time
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
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