* credited to Luke  as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned title
 Intro: Luke
 Yo  it's a fucked up thing! I gotta bring Kid N' Play on this motherfuckin'
 album here  two pussy punk ass niggas   yo  check this out  what I'ma do
 is I'ma go get last year's rookie of the year  JT Money of Poison Clan
 this year's rookie of the year, Bustdown - yo, Bustdown, kick some of
 that West Bank shit on these fuck niggas!!

 Verse 1: Bustdown

 Well, I'm first up as a rhyme conveyor
 Luke Records in the house for the payback, player
 Kid N' Play can suck a dick! Get me a mic and a 40
 And let a real nigga wreck shit
 To me you're walking on a tightrope. Instead of tryin'
 To be real, you're steady sweatin' them white folks
 Keep runnin' your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
 You'll get your asshole whipped out!
 Then I'ma play you to the back seat
 'Cause I'm runnin' more game than a track meet athlete
 As if you didn't know, huh, you're dealing
 With a West Bank dicksman, hoe
 But anyway, I got a rhyme to deliver
 Get your draws out your ass, quit frontin', my nigga
 'Cause if you don't, well you'll keep gettin dissed on
 And if I see you at a show and you're slippin', you're gettin' pissed on!

 Chorus (4x):
 [What about Kid N' Play?]
 [Wick-wick-wack!]

 Verse 2: JT Money

 Now for starters, with Kids I don't Play
 'Cause y'all some fuck-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anyway
 JT i the house, niggas, check it
 Tryin' to diss my nigga Luke to sell your wack record?
 Let me talk about the Kid. I remember
 Some ol' coochie-nigga shit you did
 When we was up in New York
 You was followin' Luke, talkin' 'bout, "We gotta talk!"
 On that man's dick, got your ass wide
 Open and you're talkin' that bullshit
 Both movies, I boo 'em, 'cause you had hoes,
 But you wasn't stickin' pipe to 'em
 Thought they was fantastic. But through the
 Whole fuckin' movie, Kid was gettin' his ass kicked
 And 'bout that other nigga Play - He needs to
 Get dissed 'cause he's a punk nigga anyway
 Be 'round here kissin' hoes, while I'm dissin' hoes
 And stabbin 'em with fishin' poles
 You need to try to lay pipe in 'em
 Oh, I forgot - punks don't like women
 Now you're tryin' to diss somebody
 At Jack the Rapper, you was hangin' 'round Luke's parties
 Now you're outta gas, with two motherfuckin'
 Punk-haters on yo' ass, JT and Bustdown
 Now let's see you hoe niggas get tough now
 Get the rubbers out your ass, dick-suckers!
 ...and fuck them pussy motherfuckers.

 Chorus

 Verse 3: Bustdown

 Now let me put my boy Kid in his place
 With them wick-wack rhymes soundin' like Rob Base!
 'Cause if I have to come tag that ass,
 I'ma max, wax, tax and drag that ass!
 I get sharp like a ice pick
 I'm on a hype tip, holdin' mic tight as a vice grip
 You couldn't deal with the concept
 I'm collected and calm, but on the mike I'm a bomb threat
 So motherfuckers get real
 I got a heart like gold and a dick like steel
 You wanna diss, punk? Please!
 You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!
 Luke left it up to me and JT
 To take it from the bottom to the T-O-P
 I seen your second House Party; it figures:
 Two House Parties for two house-ass niggas!

 Outro: Luke

 Two house motherfuckin' niggas. Do y'all niggas know what a house
 nigga is? A house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. Who cleans
 the master's ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master's
 ass. Y'all house niggas. I'ma feel niggas, we feel niggas here in Miami.
 That's why y'all niggas can't understand us, y'all fuck-niggas talkin' too
 much shit, y'all niggas better watch what you sayin' 'cause y'all fuck-
 niggas, y'all don't know, y'all get fucked up here. Yo, check this out -
 Miami is closed to y'all niggas. Y'all barred. Y'all can't come here no
 more, fuck-niggas. Y'all can't sell no more records here. And if all real
 niggas in the world is real like us, y'all don't buy them fuck-niggas' shit
 no more. 'Cause they ain't shit. Pussy punk-ass niggas