(feat. Grand Puba)



Yo yo yo pass that shit, pass that shit

(What we gonna do right here is)

Ugh

Yeah yeah yeah

Y'all ready for this?

Wha wha wha wha

Who is it?

Who up in this piece?



[Psycho Les]

It's the wicked, with another winner hit

Stickin ho's like I'm supposed to be, innocent (Ugh!)

Once again, let's get this set poppin

I got your head noddin and there ain't no stoppin

This here, crystal clear, pour it in your ear and let it sot up

Gimme the cash and just shut up

Tell me who brought those streets from Queens that bud special

Chronic choke, pull it, it pops your blood vessel

The hispanic Shaft packs a gat, too

(What else?) Produce and rap, too

Bless you like I hatchew

Basslines I'm throwin at you

Like pshhh, du-du-du-dum



[JuJu]

I bust my gat lovely, low down, dirty and ugly

Shortly developped a taste for good bubbly

Don't bug me cause all the girls love me

And a lot of you cats is gettin wrapped in a rug, B

You all late, why you mad I got my own plate?

Think you niggas wouldn't catch it for the long case?

Ghetto pro, now you know, get the name straight

Holdin it down since them cables with the name plate



[Grand Puba]

Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint

Grand time to represent flava so strong

Fills the room like Buddha scent, uhuh, I don't like choke

Gotta get paid so it's time to go for broke

Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em

Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em

I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads

Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's 

Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch

But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit!

So let's get down with one of New York's finest

Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus

Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style

Beatnuts comin' with the rugged (Hey there, watch out now!)

It's on motherfucker, can't you see that?

No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?



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