from this critical-minded messenger.right in front of ya eyes

u see me standin wit da mic in da right hand,ain't that aight

man (come on!!)5 bucks entry and da drinks aren't 4 freethe



 bartender's trippin'and ya girl is lookin'at metypical - tropical heat...

chewin'gum on ya seat...yeah,this happening sukks,yes indeed.

tell me, what's da reason,yo,why do u came ? why do ya blame?

the band is giving everything.oh,now u say that it's 2 loud...



do u think that it is silent when u shout?tell me,why da fukk r u here?

(oh yeah..)you wanna criticize me?yeah,i can feel it in the air...

adrenaline is risin,homes,yo...ya anger is my air 2 breathe



and i can feel it in my bones...

pay 4 fame (...it's da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...)

fight,fight,fight,fight me!



drink no champagne!(it's a stikk up,yo,

t's a stikk up!it's a stikk-up,yo,it's a stikk-up....

it's a stikk-up,fukk!!)

yo,I hear ya screamin'4 payback,bitch

but i have 2 disapoint u ,cuz i dont swing tec's or baseballbats...

so i guess ya skills gotta be the weapon 2 choose 4 u



and i won't explain da rules 2 times 4 u...

wake up early,son,first come-first serve...speak your shit

but always keep something in reserve.

the crowd wants 2 be entertained...so what'cha gonna be,b-boy?



A b-boy or a stain????

pay 4 fame (...it's da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...)

fight,fight,fight,fight me.

drink no champagne!

(it's a stikk up,yo,it's a stikk up,it's a stikk-up,yo it's a stikk-up

it's a stikk-up,boy!!....)