Dog I'll bite you

With the sharp flow I'll knife you

Put it to yah neck and slice right through

Girl don't get the wrong idea I like you

But I seen a 100 bad things just like you

Oh Boy

And you noe I was runnin full speed at the kid now I'm like Oh Boy

Ballin with my team haters like no boy

We bag dimes that be on the cover of Savoy

I'm shittin hits

Singing cat that'll ghost write for a rapper then I flip the script

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Cruisin round da block in a drop six

See a hot chick round to the club let up

If she hot I'm a holla but I won't get up

She ran up when she seen these rims pokin out

Yeah it's like that son

Not quite grown

But the cromes over 21

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh



We here now

To bring you real music

So hot

That you can't refuse it

We ball

Show you how to do it

Therefor

Hit you with this movement

We here

With that brand new music

So hot

That you can't refuse it

Uh, one time, Uh, Uh



Make way my people we comin

With hot shit that make em' say Uh

When we hit the spot ladies come runnin

So we pop that cris that make em' say

Oh Yeah

Ther go that young class 6 from the beat in me like Oh Yeah

Paperboy chains hangin off our neck

We goin shine like lime baby it's Oh Yeah

And it won't stop

Cause we a hop, skip, and a jump away from the top...

Oooooooh, Oooooooooh

Workin round the clock

Hear the tick-tock

It's about time we bring back hip hop

We goin party hard all nite no cops

Keep rockin even if the beat stop

Yeap, it's like dat yah'll

We got that brand new sound for all yah'll

Ah, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahhhhh



We here now

To bring you real music

So hot

That you can't refuse it

We ball

Show you how to do it

Therefor

Hit you with this movement

We here

With that brand new music

So hot

That you can't refuse it

Yah boyz is in the buildin

Watchout, Watchout, Watchout



Look the game is over

Watch how we chang the rovers

Boy pop his collar and wipe his shoulders

Thought I told yah

Now submit you fashion

Went from Fatal official to Fatal attraction

Paperboyz bout to get that paper boy

Dats why the streets call us Paperboyz

All the dimes wanna chase the boy

Facing off when we floss drppin bombs like castor troy

Splashin hits

Make you wanna master dis

Head hurtin make you pass the fifth

Whoa, Uh, Gotta get it, Gotta get it Gotta get it

We on top of the cake like frostin is

Still playin on birds like boston is

Touchin yah ribs

Soon goin be viewin our cribs

On TV's and e3's and that ain't even where we live

Oh, the boy ready to blow

We here now get it, we got it, ready to go

Come on, Oh, Now yah noe tired of holdin back



We here now

To bring you real music

So hot

That you can't refuse it

We ball

Show you how to do it

Therefor

Hit you with this movement

We here

With that brand new music

So hot

That you can't refuse it

Make way my people we comin