(feat. Dwayne Wiggins, Richie Rich)



[Richie Rich: talking]



Understand.

Off the gin once again!

Rhythm & Rhyme gang to take you way back.

Richie Rich, Rhythm & Green

breakin briz-ead.



[Verse 1: Crown Jul]



Before records an rap nimphos

I mack the pencil

listenin to my stack of demos from the back of limo's

laced in Polo

wit Timbo's

tastin Mosloe

now my local vocals

get heard from the "O" to Accapulco

you know

associate the name wit big dank, an bank statements

flows is famous

the aim is "Take over entertainment"

we freshmen

but put it down wit vet-rans

we only out to win

money stretchin

now count the spend

an since we sure shots

these poor sports not

please let the cork pop

wanna short stop

my Fort Knox

so I got more rocks

I torch hot

wit infrared

newport dot

an once the courts drop

it takes me to the feds resort spot

hit licks like on a guitar

my broads get charged

rhymes hard like the times

it's in the card

I get mines

whip a North Star System

reclinin

ballin like Pippen

we on a mission

you would want to kick in

don't make us start trippin.



[Chorus: Dwayne Wiggins]



Can we get a few?

(Understand)

My crew was never fakin moves.

Heaven when we come through

Oh yeah!

Don't make us give or take our two's.

Let us break a few

(Understand)

Hit you wit the game that's true

The music makes ya groove

La-di-da-da-da

(Richie Rich, Rhythm & Green, breakin briz-ead, fizzle)

That's really all we came to do.



[Verse 2: Richie Rich]



Me an my kinfolk

been folk

see back before the Town was on brown

we was pine a gin folk

spendin ten fold

now I'm pushin a five

moves made

look into my sack of dues paid

"Two's an Few's"

enough to put the cat on the news

a mug shot

to say they found him on a drug spot

Think not!

I pop this wit those who pop knots

wit die hard visions of pushin a drop rock

in my ghetto

the Amaretto

be more than sour

slug money

jack off at the club money

them figureens

went in them 80's

turned to leens

now these hustlas puttin they cream in rap schemes

therefore we fiend

for shit like Rhythm & Green

an make moves

lick 'em

split 'em

an shake fools

to sucka crews

can't hear ya like fake dues

our knots locked

while you jock

we make moves.



[Chorus x1]



[Verse 3: Rame Royal]



I'm out to get a couple

my fullest bid is to hustle

wit bundle in my drawls

don't hate

donate to the cause

cuz it's a constant struggle

all my work I try an sell

in attempts to bubble

behind a trail of clientel

movin CD's an tapes like weight

turn a few G's

to a whole estate

bettin an raisin stakes

this the big play maker

throwin hay makers

an bustin rounds for the paper

straight up and down wit no chaser

an the Rhythm we give 'em is 100% pure

wit raw feel

like "boy"

"It's the Real McCoy"

my convoy moves-isim

like playin Bingo

that's up to par

like Lee Travino

for more chips than a casino

makin "Music & Mail"

rubber band wrapped stacks

hand in hand served sacks

keep the stance jam packed

for that damn scratch

we act foolish

the game is old schoolish

get your "Two's an Few's"

an leave the boys in blue clueless.



[Chorus x1]



La-la-la!

Can we get our "Two's an Few's"?

(Can we get our "Two's an Few's"?)

The music makes you move.

We wanna know

Can we get our "Two's an Few's"?

We made our moves

We have made our moves!!



[Rame Royal talking]



Bendin corners for "Two's an Few's"

yeah with the Rhythm & Green

an the Dubble R

hustlin for "Two's an Few'"

you know.

Uh. Whats up?

Fa sho.

"Two's an Few's" man

(that's right)

pimpin for that shit.