Lyrics:
{Beastie Boys sample:
"Here's a little story I gots to tell" repeats in background}
[Erick Sermon]
Hype, one two like that y'all
Check it out one
with my crew
Now every fuckin' time he tryin' to jump in line
Yellin' out, "?? can I get in with y'all?"
I ain't feelin' sorry for him, so I tell him,
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
It's on
[Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid?
Rzarector
[Break: Raekwon the Chef]
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out
it,I like it
If you bite then we know it, that's crime
Ignite it, live by it
Black boy pass me that shine
I'm the rule
I don't like no rules
Fuck
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
York New York, from Clue to Flex
New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
Rappin got me two proper nuts
It's crazy, I even rap
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes nigga
You know the rules nigga!
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthafucking party out
Said, Doc what's
to review the morals y'all live by
My main bitch a thorobread
Give a nigga thoro head
Call this my spit shine flow
Cause my bars be clearing heads
Y'all all
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
you don't stop
You don't stop and you don't stop
Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop
Check it out yo
Yo, I'm lookin for the big see notes
roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggas with toast
Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out
roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggas with toast
Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out
and the crew, y'all niggas come home
Word up, the new album goin' be the shit baby
Ain't no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T.,
Get the fuck out
Cause under my roof you live by my rules, son
I make you wanna bounce
Bounce sage Francis makes you wanna
Bounce joey Beat's beats
niggas rappin'
I was just finna roll up nigga but somehow now I'm sitting here rappin'
Y'all niggas sad as fuck out here I swear y'all need some napkins
I
just get in, I say what I say
Freestyle, I punch in, all that shit
And it's still gon' be better than whatever the fuck y'all be sayin'
Know what I'm
crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out)
Chorus:
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
up, hop out, Foe nem wildin' with the top out
It's litty, we done brought the block out
Who knew I be rappin', a dropout
Who knew I would trap out my
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
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