[Punchline]

Yeah, we gonna hold it down forever

How long has it been since you been rhymin?



[Wordsworth]

Since I was five I was nice for my age

First grade I was writin raps on my page

Second, I was rollin dice gettin A's (head crack)

Third, gave teachers advice how to play

Fourth, I had a half-moon with a fade

Fifth, stepped in the classroom with some waves

Sixth, learned ways on how to stay paid (money)

Seventh, the basement is where I got laid (pussy)

Eighth, cut to the lunchroom and played spades



[Punchline]

[Nine] Thats when I enter the stage

From Lees to Iceberg we all had dreams

Spilt the bag when I first rolled weed

Seeds and all, suprised when I saw C-Note

Till my eyes popped out like that dude in Casino

Now I spit raps to reminisce on the fun

Or when I used to kick nigga's doors and run

Now I stack ones, and spit rhymes to the mass

Toast and raise glass to the rappers that passed

I drink liquor, and plan how I'm gonna hit ya

It'll always be them little young niggas that'll get ya



[Chorus]

Everybody in the world watchin me

But ain't nobody stoppin me

We got this shit on lock and key

Let's set this shit off properly, see

[repeat]



[Wordsworth]

Words, searchin and flirtin

I hate my women and drinks virgins (bitch)

Got your chick in the click, observin

Talkin about us, puttin their perms in

Learn when, I turn ten, thats certain

Chicks look good but hang with bird friends

Instigatin, puttin their words in

Probably just dikes and don't even prefer men

Court adjournin, your life you're servin

But the dough your wife will have, you turned in



[Punchline]

Punchline, now I twist hoes and spit ten at your squad

Back then I used to break on the box and pop hard

Floss hard, and lose cash to me

Wanna ball but can't make the team like Master P

We can kick rhymes on stage or you can fax me

King of the Punk Jam, battle cats to apache

It's all good, from suburbs to hoods

Where they drink Henny and hold iron like Tiger Woods

I close eyes and paint pictures, write scriptures

For street niggas, and try to grow six figures



[Chorus x2]



[Wordsworth]

True that, earned a few stacks through raps

Now my credit cards got a new max

Everything from my hat to shoes match (gear)

Cost a G, and that includes tax

Screw that, met this hood rat, with two brats (hoes)

Heres two packs of weed with two tracks

New Jack show me where her school's at (right there)

Hit it to two tracks, had to be glued back

We eat them two cats, provide what you lack

Who's that? Punch and Words y'all better move back



[Punchline]

We can pick up guns and just shoot the five

Until we die and lace all family ties

Spliff ties, I advise you don't play hero

Fans wanna analyze this like Dinero

Gun sounds pierce your earlobe until you bleed

If I die then tell Words to raise my seed

You copped my tape cuz my rap style's great

Define Punchline, Revelation 1:8

When I get cake, whole block playa hates

Any debates we can handle face to face



[Chorus x2]