(feat. No Name)



[Intro: Phife Dawg]

Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife

This is how we hold it down every night

Aiyyo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife

Money in our pocket and our chicks is right

Aiyyo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife

This is how we hold it down every night

Aiyyo it's Lo, Bay, Snag, and Phife

Aiyyo, money in our pocket and our chicks is right



[Verse One: Big Lo]

There's a lot of niggas out there that spit that shit

And there's alot of motherfuckers that just talk shit

But a nigga like me, I got hundred percent G

To get a homeless nigga come and cop a tape off me

I do my thing with the flows, do my thing with the hos

And my nigga Bay Lloyd keep a fresh pair of both

When it's time to rock raps you better be on your toes

It's Big Lo, I come through with the murderous rhymes

Man, Mike got shit but he ain't fuckin' with mine

Chick be like, yo who the fuck left the pussy open?

Feelin' fucked up in his skins while he strokin'

Mad cause a nigga like me left it open

I'm the cat on the low in the hood, who be creepin'

Catch me with a hot black chick or a Rican

If shorty blow the spot, fuck it we just won't be speakin'

But trust me she'll be back by the motherfuckin' weekend

Cause I stays on my toes when it comes to the freakin'

I kick the hot shit that keep my whole team eatin'



[Verse Two: Bay Lloyd]

When it comes to rap, I got a arm like a quarterback

The nigga to but your daughter on the track, and sell her body

Not stressed for paper, there's more to rap

It's the fans, they like to see me pop bottles at every party

Got our band's website, for fiends to order crack

I'm the man of my hood, I thought I told you that, don't be nervous

You're worthless, BE ALL YOU CAN BE!

Y'all niggas better off joinin' the service

Don't hustle y'all baby (mama), why don't you sell garbage

Twelve-twelve fifty eighths, hear me take off like Curtis

Mayfield, and reach a nigga, stay still

Y'all niggas, don't you know can't fuck around with Bay's skills

Come in heavy like Durangos with thick soles

I'd rather hair stores sell weave to Kim Coles



[Chorus x2]

This here hold it down for Lynden, Bully like what!

Runnin' through life and not givin' a fuck

Gotta get your paper, never mind these sluts

They ain't goin' nowhere we can always get butt



[Verse Three: Snag]

Hit the record button Snag's about to floss logic, tape deck

I spit more classics then niggas been raised by poppin' acid

Now peep my tactics, flat on they back, without a mattress

When I go birdy, Snag in the Gucci casket

I brought platinum back, but it's only on the plastic

It's the fourth quarter, peep the Snag as he stretches

Y'all niggas claim you playas but you warmin' up the benches

I back-crack bitches on mats, whip out extensions

Hit the box on your backboard, piss on your track boy

Hijack a car for the landin' and then kill you

Shea Stadium, on the roof of the Paladium

And get head, 'til I bob through, this chick is premium

If any gun's pulled Snag'll be the one aimin' 'em

Lettin' off like a menace, all at your fuckin' tree

And leavin' you careless, Snag said it it's time to end it



[Verse Four: Phife Dawg]

Last but not least it's Mutt Ranks

Nice with the mic and you can take that to the bank

Knockin' all you maggots out the park like the Yanks

First nigga on stage, that's my word he's gettin' shanked

No longer Phife Dawg, see them bloody days are done with

Mutty Ranks now! Time that I get on some dumb shit

It's great goin' solo thats my motherfuckin' word!

You know my style Bay, gotta put myself first

Anybody poppin' shit then they get what they deserve

With chicks I get more action than a motherfuckin' verb

Come one, come all and you all will get served

Cats is hard-headed when the fuck will they learn

Too many fraud rappers, I don't know 'bout them I deal with

For those that's hard of hearin', G I'ma make you feel it

Fuck your pot smokin' and your sips of Hennesey

The pussy that you get, what the fuck that mean to me?

Handcuff these clowns and the rhymes they be sayin'

One smack to the mouth and they know you ain't playin'

When I'm on the mic, son there won't be no delayin'

Them niggas frontin' hard be the same niggas prayin'

Knawmsayin'?



[Chorus x2]