Youknahmsayin B, I mean
mother$#&@ers be talkin, you know what I mean?
Talkin plenty %#@!

YouknowhatI'msayin? Just %#@! talkin
And don't know a mother$#&@in thing
But, we gon', we gon' gather all these ^!$$%z from Chicago

Hehe, Da Brat
Knahmean?
That's right, all them ^!$$%z from Jersey

Yeah yeah yeah, and we just gon' do it
Yaknahmsayin?



Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky
Light up your lighters, flame on the fire (yeah!)

Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky
Light up your lighters, flame on the fire



Aiyyo I been on many stages of all sorts
Banged in many hoopties on blocks of all sorts

Ran to foreign ports, sippin on Port
Thinkin rap thoughts while I'm reppin for Newark, WHOAAAAAAH
Down-fall never, I rhyme too clever

Storm like the weathers, hip-hop for the pleasure
Feel the texture, how does DoItAll lecture
you and whoever, the more, the better

L-O-R-D, back from N-W-K
The U-N-D-A make me bounce this way
Why you say - here me from Chi to NJ

I swear one day it's gon' all come your way, one day




One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'$#&@ers, tell me where you gon' run to



Check it

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Blackin out on anybody think they $#&@in with us
We just, live the life of Billboards and mic cords

Straight buyin %#@! you can't afford (hah) so put it down
and stop touchin it, you wanna step to us, see you rushin it
Watch your head, I'll be bustin it, what's this?

Who you think you talkin to - you think we slippin?
Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these ^!$$%z is trippin
Bustin shots like pimpin (pimpin) hit you in your hip and (hip and)

take your Bills like Clinton (Clinton) ^!$$% I ain't bull%#@!tin
You must be lost - thinkin Jersey ^!$$%z is soft
I should whip out on your ^!$$%z - make you take your rings off

Now take your $#&@in jeans off, for thinkin that we soft
Before I squeeze off, make you ^!$$% ease off
Cause me gettin burnt or hurt, won't be tolerate

Funk Bizzy put a foot to your $$#, you're constipated - what?





Dearly beloved, we gathered here today to bust

Me and the Lords been in the lab, guaranteed to $#&@ it up - what?
If you got a problem with Jersey or Chicago
The revolver'll go POP and the weaves'll DROP

Rhyme-diesel heffer in it, don't stop, the glock @@#!ed
Ready to penetrate with every one of my sixteen SHOTS
Don't be deceived by the pigtails, the butter colored ma

Smothered in cheese, the dopest (*##$ you've heard thus far
When in need, of an incredible high, you can flow
with the L-O-T-U-G and I, as we get lifted

til we die, all this stuff is weight
Make the money to buy the bank and the Benz and the vacation
(Sheeyit) Take time to kick it with ^!$$%z in Jersey

You weren't worthy and your day is comin
Mother$#&@er, you better keep runnin (hahahah)
And that's all fact and no lie, one day got your name on it

Be ready to die ((*##$, mother$#&@er!)