(feat. Fat Cat) 



Uhh, yes yes, y'all 

To the beat, and the S.V.'s is rockin it swift 

Yes y'all, lyrics just come off like shifts 

See when I'm on the microphone how fly I get 

Yes y'all, my crew don't take no bullshit 

Bullshit not never, never get wet up 

Your hoe want to know why the crew's gettin better 

Not sayin shit, just gettin my flows together 

Yes y'all, to the beat and 

What y'all, if you hear what I am sayin 

Hoes get dig down and get dug down when I start sprayin 

Cause when I'm on the microphone there will be no delayin 

No playin 



You think we talk cause we don't bust gats 

Others be like they're weak cause they don't kill in they raps 

(Kill in they raps) Fuck that! We from the city of crooks 

Niggaz be dyin for givin them fake-ass looks'll 

get yo', shit took quick, check it in 

Niggaz pony down while the hoes Errol Flynn 



OOH, OOH! With the usual 

My niggaz sip on chamille to a fruit Mentos, Mentos 



What do you get with fruity Mentos 

You get a phone # and a light-skinned hoe 

Let me tell you 'bout redbone, she give a good blow 

Just to let you know that my crew is the dome 

The good ol' boys, flat out, we number uno 

The S, capital V-E-E 

My name is Baatin, ras O-Y-C 

Like to get busy, just, let me know 

I like a good freak, after a show 

It's nice to penetrate, a beautiful hoe 

Pick up a microphone, then I'm at it again 

Tell the whole damn world that I'm, just a friend 

Rip yo' lady, because she called me her master 

Your whole damn crew wanna, do me slow 

Now I'm back, wearin yo' momma like a lambskin 

We can do this, like never before 

I'm a FREAK~! And if I tell you once mo' 

It'll be the third time like my nigga Arell 

Mysteriously the S, prevail 

Like them niggaz in penitentiary jail cell 



When you grip the mic boy you whack as hell 

And I can tell, and on the mic they call me RL 

This is for the niggaz who get rail for rail 

Doin tricks with the mic like Michelle Farreil 

And I'm real with the mic boy as you can tell 

And my crew is the whole ride, you see we never would fail 

Or front subject, and if we do - tch, oh well 

It'll never happen thus we have protective shells 

And to the beat, my crew's never obsolete 

With techniques, either you six feet deep 



And to the beat, and you don't stop 

And to the beat, and you don't stop 

And to the beat, and you don't stop 

S.V. got the shit that just drops 

And to the beat, and you don't stop 

And to the beat, and you don't stop 

And to the beat, and you don't stop 

S.V., is the in-fi-not 

And to the beat, and you don't stop 

And to the beat, and you don't stop 

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