New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew

 [Fashion]
 Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down
 Plus I'm tired of seeing you fucking for they face of ground
 'Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me
 It make me react react my fucking yammy
 Now I don't cock, though my mnd is in the sewer
 I just kick back six pack and then I do 'er
 But she gets stuck on crowing like a cat
 'Cause the toes got sucked on she don't know how to act
 Back in the days I am 237, used to rumble Kevin
 Backing hoes was like heaven
 Eleven, years later I tried to hide
 And hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde
 Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas
 Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers
 Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say
 Fuck around with Fasion get your whole shit bit
 Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues
 Before I met the Psycho is in the junk yard juice
 But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped
 Going around the globe to collect the props

 When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]

 [Psycho Les]
 I get stoned everyday I gots nothing else to do
 I'm getting drunk with my niggas 'til the night is thru
 And when the night is thru, I won't have a fucking clue
 Of what tomorrow will bring so I pay ten [true]
 Yo life's kind of funny if you don't make money
 Then your days ain't fuckin sunny
 Excuse me for my language
 But I'm trying to get my last thing together
 And bought the crib to be in my damn bids so never
 Acted like I deserve to have it
 I whipped I stabbed it I whipped I grabbed it you silly
 Rabbit, I'm coming at your door
 Tracks behind the stacks better yo I'm brought showa
 I'm showa, unlike others wanna pop u
 Use a pistol drop dogging that shit you need to stop
 'Cause when I approach and you can't back up
 What you said [Toma]
 Fly you fucking head like that

 Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 Texax, uhh, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear

 [Juju]
 Real niggas do real things and that's a fact
 And real niggas could lick their hoes in niggas backs
 And your life's down like a heavy price to pay
 For some bullshit that you ain't even had to say
 But don't sweat that, 'cause I'm 'ma let you keep your head
 If I wanted to kill, you're already be dead
 I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make
 I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
 Taking care of business yeah without a doubt
 And I'm 'ma make a million dollars kid before I'm out
 Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona
 Going hand to hand gettin' loot on the corner
 Life is full of stress and to rest my brain
 So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain
 I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make
 I got no time for you and all the moves you fake

 When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear
 [Yeah you get props over here]
 Beatnuts in the house