Yo... we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it) get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down) Yo! We 'bout to get it (get it) get it (get it) get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down) Yo!
We run it, Hot! When we over the drums To the, Top! Cause the bottom we're from We got the, Drop! On your weekend crew 'Cause you're full-time talkin' while we peepin' your view
Rahubat(?), you know my name I run my humbleness with fame God-body, nuttin' plain While you claimin' shepherd that you heard this You, heard this on day first Watch my man, he'll make it worse Ain't no new click, we still Native
Clothes knit, stitched tight, related that's the way we handle it Pin us up or mantle it We on fire you candle lit Daydreamin', on a rack Get bought worn and brought back We sport rhyme thought real tight
To gain sizes much bigger Life life well, get mail filled with Checks from sales we deliver
Spend a little, make a little I want it big like white boy wallets Credit delivered, Fed-Excellent To my dot com, we on the web like Charlotte's Hornet, back her up, she too much on it Your plastic ass'll get swiped Past the limit see you the type To get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night
While we peepin' your view While we, peepin' your view We got they eyes on lock Let them flock to your wit while I spit after you
Look ma, I'm still rhymin' Baby boy still providin' Breakin' bread in four states Makin' these struggles get gone
Private eyes, I see why'all spyin' You watch while I clock Fertilize my brain data Makin' accounts grow green like the front lawns
Yo I may be old school But I'm not no old fool Heard out your mouth words flee 'Bout 'These niggaz ain't nice' You just barbershop talkin' While we round the world walkin' be , you ain't D.M.C. You slip and fall on my ice No lyin', straight shinin' I give you supper from my upper diamond You got limbs so climb in
Yo, soak up what you find-in We too pure for you to try You sniffin' maybe's and if's
And if 'if' was a spliff Man we'd all be hiiigh-iiigh.. iiiggghhh..
.. But it's not, so sober up You flashin' out like you paparaz' You'll need to take a liver shot To feel the heat on how we runnin' it, yo
'Cause you're full time talkin' while we, while we While we lettin' you know I'm in a Certified rhyme meadow for days If you ask Mercenary bout this shit, it pays Hitting Willie Mays style out the park Mastering in this +Art+ that's +Official+ Your ears absorb this like tears, on a tissue 'Cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp Distinct like E-Double's lisp L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it Got it? Get a piece Got product that you all should own and not lease Some say drummers play synonymous with ill With wordplay, that keep us all paid like a bill We're the parent company You the sub in my d-i-vision You don't know how...