[Intro: Shabazz The Disciple]
 (Give 'preme his props right there)
 Yeah  '96  Supreme and the counted
 Ah ha ha!

 [Shabazz The Disciple]
 Party with a tec  I gotta part with a tec
 Cuz shorties  they be flippin on a quest for respect
 One night when I was hangin at the club
 Flirtin with the honies on the dance floor  catchin mad love
 The club was killin the gyros, we was rollin mad deep
 I was about to catch wreck on stage with Black Sheep
 A group of stories strated pushin through the crowd
 Snatchin jewels, causin the crowd to act wild
 Blaow! One kid he stood his grounds
 Talked with the shorties in his draws
 Then knocked this punk-ass down
 Shorty got up and then he ran
 Screamin like a bitch to the next man
 Somehow they snuck a gun in through the side door
 Stepped to the kid and then blasted him on the dance floor
 And now shorty's on the run
 Cuz he didn't have a knuckle game, he had to use a gun
 He did that shit for respect
 And ever since I saw that, I gotta party with a tec

 [Chorus: Shabazz The Disciple]
 Party with a tec, I gotta part with a tec
 Cuz shorties, they be flippin on a quest for respect
 Party with a tec, I gotta part with a tec
 Cuz niggaz, they be schemin on the jewels on my neck

 [Interlude: Shabazz The Disciple]
 That's right, I got to parties with a tec
 Where I live, you gotta party with a tec
 That's right, we got to parties with a tec
 Ha ha, I gotta party with a tec

 [Shabazz The Disciple]
 Another night, another party, another club
 Another session the rub-a-dub
 But this time, it was a different type of accident
 The one that ended up dead, that brother asked for it
 When it all started, we was standin at the front door
 And actin rowdy was a mob that I never saw
 They was stickin people up, see?
 Kept havin eye to eye with this kid in the black hoody
 He stuck this girl, she started cryin
 I sayin to myself, "Damn, I should've had my eye in"
 Just incase these mother fuckers try to act up
 They get back up, smacked up and cracked up
 But as we entered the club, I got hype
 Thinkin about catchin this wreck, they had an open mic
 I walked straight to the stage, yeah, I got props
 And waited for the rap session to start
 But out of nowhere, the crowd just flipped
 The kid with the hoody, he done started some other bullshit
 He tried to take it to the curb
 But when he walked out the front door, this is what you heard
 Blaow! Blaow! Buck! Blaow! Blaow!
 You bitch mother fucker, what the fuck's up now?!
 Buck! Blaow! Blaow!
 You bitch mother fucker, what the fuck's up now?!
 Buck! Blaow! Blaow!
 They set him up and threw the drop on him
 One kid ran up from behind and threw the glock on him
 All of his homeboys fled
 And left his ass on the ground with a slug in his head
 That nigga dug his own ditch
 Now money grip's on the ground yellin and screamin like a bicth
 That's what he gets for tryin to flip for respect
 It's niggaz like that that make me party with a tec

 [Chorus]

 [Shabazz The Disciple]
 >From now on, I'm on some party with a tec shit
 Cuz little shorties be in clubs, tryin to set shit
 Schemin on the great jooks, a chain on the neck looks
 Easy to evict, think quick or get your shit took
 It's fucked up, this shit ain't even fun no more
 You sayin you goin to parties, but it seems like you goin to war
 You either flip or get flipped on
 You come equipped or your shit'll get ripped off
 That's why it's best to pack a gat
 You never know when a knucklehead is high up on crack
 And when an enemy attacks, lookin for my stacks?
 You better believe that I'ma strike back
 Cuz I ain't tryin to go down, yo
 Too many brothers fell asleep and they got put right in the ground, yo
 Whenever I got to parties, I always got my gun on me
 'preme got my back, my brother'll never run on me