* cough * Youknahmsayin B  I mean
 motherfuckers be talkin  you know what I mean?
 [Da Brat] Talkin plenty shit
 YouknowhatI'msayin? Just shit talkin
 [Da Brat] And don't know a motherfuckin thing
 But  we gon'  we gon' gather all these niggaz from Chicago
 [Da Brat] Hehe  Da Brat
 Knahmean?
 [Da Brat] That's right  all them niggaz from Jersey
 Yeah yeah yeah  and we just gon' do it
 [Da Brat] Yaknahmsayin?

 [all together]
 Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky
 Light up your lighters, flame on the fire (yeah!)
 Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky
 Light up your lighters, flame on the fire

 [DoItAll]
 Aiyyo I been on many stages of all sorts
 Banged in many hoopties on blocks of all sorts
 Ran to foreign ports, sippin on Port
 Thinkin rap thoughts while I'm reppin for Newark, WHOAAAAAAH
 Down-fall never, I rhyme too clever
 Storm like the weathers, hip-hop for the pleasure
 Feel the texture, how does DoItAll lecture
 you and whoever, the more, the better
 L-O-R-D, back from N-W-K
 The U-N-D-A make me bounce this way
 Why you say - here me from Chi to NJ
 I swear one day it's gon' all come your way, one day

 Chorus: Da Brat (repeat 4X)

 One day, that's when it's gon' come
 For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to

 [Mr. Funke]
 Check it
 Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
 Blackin out on anybody think they fuckin with us
 We just, live the life of Billboards and mic cords
 Straight buyin shit you can't afford (hah) so put it down
 and stop touchin it, you wanna step to us, see you rushin it
 Watch your head, I'll be bustin it, what's this?
 Who you think you talkin to - you think we slippin?
 Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these niggaz is trippin
 Bustin shots like pimpin (pimpin) hit you in your hip and (hip and)
 take your Bills like Clinton (Clinton) nigga I ain't bullshittin
 You must be lost - thinkin Jersey niggaz is soft
 I should whip out on your niggaz - make you take your rings off
 Now take your fuckin jeans off, for thinkin that we soft
 Before I squeeze off, make you nigga ease off
 Cause me gettin burnt or hurt, won't be tolerate
 Funk Bizzy put a foot to your ass, you're constipated - what?

 Chorus

 [Da Brat]
 Dearly beloved, we gathered here today to bust
 Me and the Lords been in the lab, guaranteed to fuck it up - what?
 If you got a problem with Jersey or Chicago
 The revolver'll go POP and the weaves'll DROP
 Rhyme-diesel heffer in it, don't stop, the glock cocked
 Ready to penetrate with every one of my sixteen SHOTS
 Don't be deceived by the pigtails, the butter colored ma
 Smothered in cheese, the dopest bitch you've heard thus far
 When in need, of an incredible high, you can flow
 with the L-O-T-U-G and I, as we get lifted
 til we die, all this stuff is weight
 Make the money to buy the bank and the Benz and the vacation
 (Sheeyit) Take time to kick it with niggaz in Jersey
 You weren't worthy and your day is comin
 Motherfucker, you better keep runnin (hahahah)
 And that's all fact and no lie, one day got your name on it
 Be ready to die (bitch, motherfucker!)

 Chorus 2X