Lyrics:
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
the flavor
I get down with the FU crew, the only
Way to be, the only thing to do, ooh!
Bring the flavor, La, bring the
Flavor, bring the flavor, La
Bring
fake, seen two faces
I'm tryna grab knots, no shoe lace
(Tryna grab knots, no shoe laces)
Need everyone in the crew just to make it
(Need everyone in
Knocking down your towers, Knocking out them cowards
That's why I see hate in your eyes
Despise the face that's sour
Mean-muggin' ain't shit to me
Phony,
the Neptunes (get down)
And the new label (get down)
Star Trak
Top down, chrome spinnin'
You see the boss grinnin', I'm lovin' these damn women
I let two
the Neptunes (get down)
And the new label (get down)
Star Trak
Top down, chrome spinnin'
You see the boss grinnin', I'm lovin' these damn women
I let two
thoughts before raw backwards
And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan Downs and Jordan down
Now, as for the crew
Well,
finishing
Up her third album, The
Pinkprint, out this month
And she's changed things "a
Billion times" because she's
A perfectionist her first two albums were
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
Whеn you see the barrel bettеr pucker
Up for the kiss of death
When silhouettes rush ya
Cold like Russia, six feet under
Sprayin' at your crew like
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit uhh
Young Nigga get that
nicks went for 20 down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what
gunning
And keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
in Hackensack
Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo
up
Tun it up cuz yuh know we
Every crew link up with dey cooler
Let we head down to d big jam
Yuh sure to bounce up scalper
With the last two ticket
see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
And up from
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
at you
We're finding them gone, one by one
Until we're finally down to two
I know that I've got nothing to prove
And so have you been telling the truth?
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