[Dres]

Yo, yo, yo, yo the Sheep are back, black

On the attack that fattens your format

And suckers have to backtrack, regroup, resign

As me and mine recline in shade

Cause now we're getting paid like crime

Krill, with the skill to kill while I'm on your will

Ill, with the feel for what's real in my appeal

Why play me chummy if you really think I'm crummy

I caught your words and prep so long ago it isn't funny

Now I'm ready to riot until the state is in gas

If I wanted to dis you I'd play your shit and laugh

Huh, first mistake, choice when we gave it

Now put your plea on a deposit slip and save it

Second was the mic checking that you couldn't do

We step through just to get respect from your crew

Third, I heard you're tense with the gat

All I got to say to that is, umm, it's FAT

Be the fourth parallel to your ism

Know the diff of disrespect and criticism

Five, I plead the fifth, I'm just plain live

I won't riff with the jive that the Sheep'll take a dive

We've arrived just in time and you'll discover

Only my mother, sister and son

Could come between me and my brother



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Me and my brother, my brother and me

Don't look on the surface cause if you do you'll never see

Me and my brother, my brother and I

Cause you'll fly sky-high when you try



[Mr Lawnge]

Hey, yo

It took a long time although niggas thought we came out of the blue

A lot of punks slept but we always knew

That's why you pursue the two-man crew

To do the motherfucking job that you know a boy can't do

Like every aspect we cover: beats, rhymes and other

Nobody else down, yo, it's just me and my brother

Sheeit, back when the shit began, before there was a fan

We had the skills so we ran with my man Stan

I had to pay my dues running with other crews

Black Sheep is here but bitch ass niggas still snooze

It doesn't matter, Boo! I'll make you scatter

Don't flatter cause I don't want your bitch nigga chit-chatter

I got stacks and stacks of fat tracks and wax

But you played yourself so don't even ask

And I won't remind you of the stupid shit you did and said

Out the side of your head when you were sleeping dead

And now I'm charging like a bull and you're red

That's why I'm pulling fucking files like a fed

Checking pros, doing shows wherever they goes

Getting hoes and foes but don't sleep on those bros

Come legit, you need to quit with that ego shit

Because you're only as large as your last hit

We intimidate, niggas try to retaliate

Go on, guess your fate, cause it's your fucking guts I hate

I'll put on my Tims and kick 'em

Grab my shank and brrrr, stick 'em, ha-haha, stick 'em

Bitch! Now the Sheep are rolling deep with One Love

Fuck around and be a victim of, who?



[Chorus]



[Dres]

Baby pah, you're best to learn that we yearned

And long earned, keep your concern, Black Sheep for the term

Forget status, we go for gold, who be creamy?

Cleaner no picture, clearly the victor, nigga, you seen me

With my man, no other mother could pull my brother

No way is it gay when I say we love one another

Uh huh, run for cover cause you're coming on the block

We're the best in the flock, was you born a fucking cock?!

Fuck your grade, our record play, man, it's like Jordan

Rock it better than NASA or lock it tighter than the warden

Huh, according to some emcees, hating and to end all their jel

We selling now, fuck like 'Mister Wendal'

Bendable plates, expendable tapes we ain't

Whitewash the Sheep when you're wack, save your paint

No haps, chaps, you might as well shut your traps

The gap's too big, dig, dapple over the maps

Doing curls with girls and blowing like Reg

Peep the slim slick, no Hammer, smack 'em sledge

Grammar, hot damn, I rip the rhythm up

And rock cuts like sluts with big butts do nuts for ducs

I split shit, you better see another

Down over a decade, this weight could never cover

Shucks, we hit fucks like nuts be touching Roscoe's

Pick up the old school flavour like you're name was Barro Pasco (???)

Asshole, my whole ass is all on me that's booty

My job's to clean up after my son cause that's my duty

Why bug, g? Could it be that you can't see

D, motherucker, D, motherfucker! D-

R-E-S, yes, with Lawnge since Sanford

Knowing we were destined to blow like Branford

Down for the duration, grand like Central Station

And a fat speaker says you got a demonstration from



[Chorus x2]