It's workin'  It's workin'
 Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

 I play for keeps  sidewalks and streets  we reign and we pop  and daily
 routine sweeps.
 It's the fanatic  can't kick the habit  so there you have it  I'm a
 addict.
 When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds  grab
 the braids in my head.
 Everybody get lifted  remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction
 to the new episode.
 With the Double I countin' down to explode.
 Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the
 core
 everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
 I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess
 it's going' down, not now, right now.
 So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine
 fanny,
 I miss my mammy.
 And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny
 that's
 my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're
 still family.
 Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might
 wind
 up doing that same old cruddy shit.
 Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin',
 buckshottin', your ass is shot.

 CHORUS
 It's workin', It's workin'
 Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

 Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can
 I
 know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this
 African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
 wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and
 Stayed
 cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
 unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the
 score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
 puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
 KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy
 be
 a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in
 the
 streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
 your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style
 that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
 we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit
 cancel
 Christmas won't stop this slick shit


 CHORUS
 It's workin', It's workin'
 Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

 time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my
 illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
 of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap

 Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
 truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
 being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try
 some
 butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool
 head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin'
 house
 done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack
 taht
 ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
 unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
 layin' there flat as a flapjack

 We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
 you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear
 these
 and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

 Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
 what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't
 be
 caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill

 man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker
 way
 beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
 to
 go on until you're up and gone

 When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with
 my
 friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for
 hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of
 ten

 scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
 with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust
 check
 out us Illtown niggaz rock