(feat. Al-Shide, Huggy)



(What's your next assignment?

Crowd control

It means business

but not - repeat - not 

if it means the destruction of the entire city of New York)



(Alright everybody)



[Huggy]

No truth, there's only room for ads

Got so many rhymes, need to jot em down on helicopter pads

Pluck silly mortals off of they barstools

( ? ) spot a Benz, left community service in a car pool

Elegant for delf, can't describe my flows

That's why hoes say he's somethin else

(Go on down and tell em) Huggy's rhymes stolen?

That's like seein a blackman in a Klan suit live rollin

Easter suits torn, Indian burns some Newports

You make as much noise as En Vogue without Dawn

Made three rights but still one left from wrong

Frame that ass with heroin and child porn

How it got there, nobody knows

I drink to get out of bed, that's how you know I'm drunk at shows

(Yo Hug, we got space up in here)

That's aight, I'll take the stairs

Come in more colors than ( ? )

In the Bronx Blancino

Upstate white boy showin off my libido

Was here more than Killroy (Killroy)

You wouldn't bring lard to a Save the Whales protest

So don't bring icey rhymes if it's Hug in contest



(Here they are)

(Their names)

(J-Zone)

(Huggy Bear)

(Al-Shid)

(He was gonna whip my ass)

(I'm supposed to be impressed?)

(Put your money where your mouth is)

(Who is this muthafucka?)

(I have someone with me I'd like you ladies and gentlemen to meet)



[Al-Shid]

I send ( ? ) to they oblivion

I done won mo' fights with these mics than the Heighs got Dominicans

Y'all niggas take this rap shit loosely

Couldn't touch me even if I snuffed you and afterwards said excuse me (my bad)

Cause my click spit clips till the delirious

Shit, I menopause you, they overdue when they quit gettin periods

So we can slap box, either pack Glocks, my rap rocks

Either way, y'all don't want it like a bottle of backwash

My whole click is dumbfound, mad deep and none smile

Fuck around, we bring more hard time than Sundow

A bunch of while alcoholics

Keepin niggas on they toes like a bunch of midgets pissin at a toilet

I seen players forfeit when they see Huggy and Shiddy

Cause we don't see eye to eye like Ray Charles and Stevie

Believe me, when I roll your squad's foldin

What I produce'll have niggas sayin "Holy Shit!" like God's calling



(Now, now, don't let me disrupt things)

(Who the fuck are you?)

(J-Zone, baby)



[J-Zone]

J-Zone, I got a up at chasin Napster for checks

Because I'm broker than James Evans with platinum respect

So I'm swingin for the back fences till the downloading stops

And pimp and rap ( ? ) till I'm rich as Gary Coleman's pops

(Yo, kids got dubs of your tapes givin you pounds, man)

Tell em eat a dick until they give a nigga SoundScan

(Haha, aight) But let me flip the subject

To rappers rockin wife beaters and barely weigh a buck wet

Y'all need to eat a steak or something, fuck it, put some weight on

Saw _Menace_ and wanna get your Larenz Tate on

SP's to Cubase to Dr. Rhythm basics

With beats I sell fat cans of botulism cases

Punk, you must be dumb, that's a ass whippin in a can

And rubbers make me numb, so I can never be a Minute Man

Crusin on a date, pumpin Bushwick Bill

And I'm over due for a shape-up but I push dick still

Best producer on the mic? Ah-ah, never claimed it, money

Fuck it, I'ma be him though till someone come and take it from me