(All) Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens (Motown) We getting shit started If you every hear us say Magnet-net-net
(Jay Dee) It's going down like that range rover When ladies see you they get the love hang over Day or a night if you wanna stay over You better have the will to bend over and take...
(Baatin) Off your clothes in time.. Conqueror, come back to give some of that old Pictual, actual, factual; Let Mac'll bring you the raw With gigantic flow that my people come to love
(T3) Azurite, get down with it Can't fathom these brothers fantastic Uh, I heard cry when I dip that ass in some plastic How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions Fascists , because we turn this rap shit into something tragic I didn't wanna have to put you in some action Uh, I know you asked but did you really wanna have it? See, I cause havoc like a loaded automatic...
(Jay Dee) Blow!! How do you like me now nigga, you know my style say WORD I'm from the city where we know for slayin' pounds of herb Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making its Yo, the never faking its creating shit that's taking your hoe After the show you know I step up in the place...
(Baatin) ...when I step up in the place Mind Is not strong enough, to hold me back, The tools you lack, the skills you deal, Lyrics to kill, cars to deal, Cops to peel, image too real!
(All) Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it... Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on... Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it...
(Jay Dee) Back again from the bank baby, common my chain Chains for most of these cats probably cop my rings Quick, fast, and always got a way to get cash Whiplash is what you get when you mashing the gas If you ask, you might catch me...
(T3) ...You might catch me on my rental Won't catch me in tinted windows Might catch me ??? Or various instrumentals and yo... Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo... You need to lo and behold these innuendos
(Baatin) Its just the fine talk Mac'll come with tracks, you relaxe-d My rhyme is universal like a elastic-uh I hope you feel me like you feel your past-or
(Jay Dee) ...What do you ??? And you so used to bab-bl-ing ??? Cause we mas-tered this rap shit Pockets get madder cause its hitting so imma-culate You like the way it goes down when S attacks-it It will get tragic when the S is on the mission...
(T3) ...The S is on a mission again So listen! Relax, take a seat in the place Its livin! Living up to expectations and still Rippin! With rhymes and filling the chrome Dippin! Cruising the neighborhood is just local Pimpin!
(Baatin) As for my memory, we were meant to be. I am the soul Melchizedk, from the D Role of the world, ever see, who got the Key Its gonna take a master, yo, yo, the S, S
(All) Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens Motown, we getting shit started We don't stop, we don't quit... We just do it, do it, do it, do it do it, Come on, come on, come on, come on, Yo, yo, yo...
(James Brown sample) (I don't know) Yo, yo, yo Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you You, you, you
[Jay Dee] Could ask my man, T(3) I aint the, (one) To be, played like a nigga that you use to play for money and No time for acting, (funky), with me You best believe that you won't, (do it)
[T3] I'm influenced to like uh, (you know) And then I pick up the phone shit, (I dont know) She walks by casual says my loot is usual Battin says it's him (too)
[Baatin] To all my ladies in the place I mean your whole crew is like (yeah) You know the S is my crew we rule, (what man you know) We got a whole flock of niggas with glocks (you know) But I dont know why I'm fucking with you
Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you You you
[Jay Dee] It's like, you know you scandalous as hell Yeah I can tell, from your nails to the Chanel Say (what)ever you doin you doin it well You jockin my man R.L. (too)
[T3] Wait see you Shouldn't do the things you do But you constantly do (your bad self) Also you, love to, (eh, eh) See I'ma get wit you so we can (uh)
[Baatin] And if you don't know, your shit is crucial To all my people in the place if you need to know I (Rock with the band) enough to say (watch ya man) Do my shit on the dance floor And if you need to call me (you know) My number is (3 2 1) 1 7 88
(All) You know...if you make moves some people will envy Say what's (what‘s) up with this jealousy
(Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (one more time ya‘ll) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (yes...yes...yes) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
(T3) Yes ya'll (ya‘ll) I love it when you hate Now lets calculate, take it straight to straight Take it, to your face or wherever you lay Oh you say “You fake'? And won't take shit to your face See in the first place, you made a crucial mistake My crew congregates just to aggravate With plots to infiltrate and abbreviate And if you think we out, shit we got rhythm for days Take it to another phase with an extra stage Havin' you feelin' the blaze of NWA And if they ask you “Who you doin'? tell ‘em “that nigga Tres'? Yeah damn right I'm great, like the porno tapes An ??? For ladies and collecting papes To these jealous niggas let the ??? Made ??? Your man ain't got time for the fake To those “J"? niggas need to put ‘em away
(Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
(Baatin) Spread the word, that nigga's hardcore Envious Emcee, lyrics are *Cagore* Rhythm up, cause I'm the real Jack Ripper (Uh-huh) I call him Jack Trippin' Over (Uh-huh) Who call himself passin' over tryin to provoke The High Priest got you in my step-era Impious niggas I don't trust Started when emcees when the accurate- Rackin' a nigga, step back causin' a crush I'm good in this game, my mind left you in the dust Check my mic when I bust you got tossed Lost you to cry, the jealous niggas wanna floss I'm all in your face, grippin my nuts, nigga what, nigga what
Uh-huh what's up with this jealousy
(Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Come on) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (One more time) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
(Jay Dee) ...Jealousy make you say what the fu-... This goes out to my niggas that's talking the shit Same niggas that be dubbing tapes and walking and shit No life, having like a nigga that's stalking a bitch No joke, broke, ya'll niggas be cracking me up Player hating, plotting, and planning on jacking me up Don't do it, you don't know these niggas is backing me up Hardcore, fuck rap, ??? Nigga what Hardcore, pimp smacking from acting like WHAT Good shit, like the 55 in the back of a bus Hot shit, SV yours whackin the fun Don't get jealous cause the S is stacking ‘em up Say (what, what) say
(Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
[Jay Dee] You ain't gotta play hard to get I know you, I know you like the art of sex I'm puttin' down my plan like a architect It's for you (and huh!) we can all get wet I got alot of nerve talking this to you right I'm straight up, and this should make sense to you Girl you ain't gotta front don't be actin' dumb And if you got the goods, then I want some No time to get down this ain't no la di da But I ain't never fucked wit' a menage a trois It's three like the stripes on the a-di-das Gettin' live like we at the mardi gras We gettin' live like we at the mardi gras Three is the magic number ask my part-i-ner I be servin' that ass like a bar-ten-der I'm only too bold to be watchin' ya I'm only too bold to be watchin' ya
Chorus I want you right here in the world Bein' wit' you all alone It's like a dream's come true
[T3] See these things get sold I'm caught up in ya game I'm kinda tango Maybe it's the way you sed---huuuu on the down-low Sayin' things to me that one T3 would only know I wanna tell you though that these things seem to mean Situations keep you from point A to B I certainly put a counsel on our mistakes I got a mission on two girls on a hot beach Everythings to reach and ain't nobody stoppin' me It just relax me 'cause they know I gotta plan for each Hhhhyeah every last know I gotta plan for each Ya know I, ya know I gotta plan for each
Chorus
[Baatin] Thought you knew Baatin was prelickormiss Which one of you queens is comin' to get with this Already got one holdin' my arm in this But I need a couple to add to my list Take a position in my world of compassion Satisfaction, ecstacy Callin' you callin' me I know you yearnin' for sexual longevity My name is Baatin Rasual Rasii Tantric master, sex, two or three Ecstacy, callin' you callin' me I know your hubby ain't givin' you no action Well for one he's too damn masculine He need to relax, and take some lessons on givin' you climax
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on
Tell me if you just want to get closer Ya got the numbers on ya poster And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that My sensual intensity captivates Ya gotta know ya body extractuates Juice Ectasy is what I produce Sweetie my virtues are never ever looser I'm not the average Joe Schmo ya used to This Jones and ma homes gonna hurt ya Unless ya ready for the lecture Tell me if you just want to get closer I wrote the numbers on ya poster And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that Never ever bein ..... sweat Ya'll never climax (echo)
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Yeah, say what you feel, feel what you say Don't hold back, just feel that way Take the time and the time it takes Baby you can justify ya aint got the time to waste Speak up, Speak up its not the time to play You know I, I want ya in a special way (special way) special way (special way) special way (special way) special way (special way) Ya know we need to make it happen like yesterday Ya know, get it up and runnin like flow joe We can kick it like they do up in the dodjo And oh, if you aint ready this can go slow But yo, if ya with it ya can let me know so
Tell me if you want some and you can just (OOOOOOOH)
See ya sexy girl and also quite confident You could sell goods and probably market it Yo wots up with seven inches can I pocket it? I wanna get ... ? ... s'your perogative I bet ya need a lot to gets monotomous Spittin' more games than an evangelist Girl you know ya scandelous I'm tryin to get a one on one monogamous Lets look into it like an analyist I'm thinkin bout (?) can u handle this Take you back to the room with just a little touch Touchin the zone thats erogenous But thats enough we're really tryin to chill what up? Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what? Whats up? We can chill or what. Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what?
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Come on baby (repeated until fade)
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Busta Rhymes, Slum Village Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Squad Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out y'all We gone' bounce around like this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah Yo
First class Full blast Smash Everything, women wiggle that ass All my niggas analyse the color contrast Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass Hocus...Pocus...Focus Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis Slum Village hot shit and you know this Now at dates we talk funny and floss money Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max Spendin my wax I'm Feelin' one time Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time Regulate chickens I always come and take mine
Hook 1 (x2) {Do It} What It's All About {Stop} What it's all about
[Jay-Dee] It's on now We Worldwide Yo crew what up Yo I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it} Yeah that's the way it is nigga get your money {Do It} Detroit the Metropolis Supply why try ain't no stoppin' this shit SV stay on top of this If your not bloppin' this niggas poppin the {bleep} It's all real You know I ain't no approxamist Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis Get it Who you die for Get it The proper shit SV, Flipmode your not stoppin' this
Hook 2 Busta Rhymes: To My Nigga Jay-Dee {What it all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about}
[T3] Yo Live on wax With the extra raps See the S been doin' this shit since way back Say that, when it comes to rap We got a nack for that And for that we brag And so we rap For this lucretive stack Grippin the phat Caddilic With the diamond back If you was to ask me where it's at Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats On a real Real Detroit rap Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap Don't write your own raps let somebody else do that That's word up
Hook 1 (x2)
[Baatin] We smack niggas Cause niggas don't give a fuck Frank nearly got em pity on these niggas for what My nigga Dane working up the game he from Earth Show these niggas how you get your money's worth I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1 All around the world gave these suckers the runs Call me Bizmal with the Pepto shit I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit Come on everybody let me see you get down Come on everybody go to town
Hook 1 (x2)
[Busta Rhymes: Outro] ...Makin' you bounce My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce Busta Rhymes y'all makin' you bounce It's Flipmode squad baby makin' you bounce Niggas in the world, makin you bounce All my Bitches in the world you know we're makin' you bounce Yo,yo Yo we makin' you bounce Just shake your little ass girl makin you bounce
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Just rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Don't make no sense You ain't gotta grab the microphone to pay your rent It's too many, so-called MC's rappin Put your shit down, you can't make it happen Continue, to do what you do So my crew can bring out the cool in you and you Don't front on the S my man What you do is thank God for the dammmmmn Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... The S.V. clique, yeah we it Turn around and say what? And to rhyme against How dare when you front so {nigga} tell me what time it is It's time to stop the whack rhymin and stop grabbin your {penis} This is for the {niggaz} who get freaky with it Cause it can get hectic, hectic It get to the S.V. clique, rhymin's a fair connect Soldier just move it, keep movin it Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... This is the moment that you all been waitin fo' The S is the {shit} c'mon, y'know This is for the whack {niggaz} who don't know That my crew is definitely the solid rock Don't make a, young {nigga} pull out a glock Cause my glock is my microphone I had to put it down sometimes, what a {nigga} gotta do To convince the masses this is the dopest crew So when you criticize, you better make sure Two thumbs is up, {nigga} what~?! I think you oughta Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, see forth and back back back
Yeah rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Rawwwwk to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
(Jay-Dee) Yo, Hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee. I'm a show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team. See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing for a dream, i intervien like a case of gangreen. Gain the green then exit the scene, with a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jenes. See i'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet, and niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit. Seen life aint a game it remains intense, Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin a scent. See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent, feelin it, ya'll ass is read!
(Batian) uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron, hippocrates get steped upon, in the combat, don't you come back until you waxed your song. Your served at your war phat. Your up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedk, don't shoot till you see this, just sit back breeeeeath, i got more where this comes from-from. Jay-Dee, thee origional drum master, you will never hit the best. Fast or solw? It dosen't matter though T-3 times emcees callin the lap. Ba-tian is the one whose in the tree of life, hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight grace can only come into the sight. Soul power it ingites like the sun SV dominates the industry for fun. (Fun [fun] Fun [fun] Fun [fun] Fun)
(T-3) yea, yea to the beat yea, yea ya know it can't-can't stop it can't-cant't quit Stance answers put up your hands and fist, for the band, and if ya can't stand one of my man's dance sleeping on some sandman shit,(c'mon) Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action. Don't be standing like a grand-slam hit,(c'mon) for the whole fam flippin on the hand-stand tip(c'mon) We get the dough weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits, before we go-go, we gettin on some damn-wham shit, a-gainst, as for second hand brand kicks. Rippin from the Beatdown to San Fran-sis to Japan land, it's the br-and new, we keep movin like the trans am do-do dont stop we can't can't quit, we can't-can't
Chorus: To fall in love, with the things you do don't sell yourself to fall in love with those things you do.
(T-3) Lady's lovin my music is like some sex shit, niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick. run around the cornner to pick up the new shit, toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep. I'm the motherfucker gripping the mic like it's a joke, niggas fall in love with the music like its a hole. Put donw your mic you lost your whole goal, you take it to seriously like it's a gamble. Fuck this rap shit i listen to classical, in the studio you ask usual,of the -my lyrical -of bitches who you would know. I'm out of this cause you wanna be below. Yall niggas in love with the S, Yall niggas in love with the S.
(Jay-Dee) yeah, jetty man i see sometimes, i sit and wonder when i think about these written rhymes. How'd i get to the point constantly taking all my time? Time i could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine. Hopeing one day it comes around. One day when i'm the nigga gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed Getting the fuck out the ghetto, cause i'm tired of crime. But it's a crime that i feel this fucking waste of time. But sometimes i feel like this shit here is a waste of time, yours and mine. To these niggas out here trying to rhyme. Your reason for a better should of been genuine. I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind. And for the love.
Yourself, yourself (Chorus)
yo, one-two word up, ah one-two, SV, word up, word up, alright. Uh,uh,uh and to my nigga Jay-Dee uh, uh my nigga T-3 uh, oh that nigga Batian uh, uh, thats my crew, yo, uh, oh this going out to my nigga Bust-a, and all my other motherfu-cka, what up to all you trying to bust, us. Trying to get down with us, cause we know you just mad as hell, yo i'll give em the mic, ehhh! So niggas don't know that I am, T-3 on the mic, i do what i do what i like, to get down right tonight. (cause?) Cause I get down tonight, yo niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo alright.
Chorus(2x) Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say what you gon do today, just say Hey I wanna get paid Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat)
(T3) We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank Where the oops you loose the money its reali-tay Never front on a click that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street untill they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As i slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't
Chorus
(Jay Dee) My man You need to get back like the rebate And bid he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl And bid his ride like a Harl-ey Money make, a Ric, a Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the S like arcades Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays wit the money Aint about to wait so nigga stay away
Chorus
(Baatin) Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City for play Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat) When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Oak town dont stop, stop, stop
Chorus: (All) Raise it up (*6X*) Raise it up (*8X*)
[Jay-Dee] I ain't about shit Nope, what me dog I don't floss nope I ain't that nigga Jay dee uh uh You ain't never seen me balling out at the bar right? I don't rock my ice and bounce foreign cars And my Rover ain't the hottest Rover you ever seen That ain't a TV screen It ain't sitting on eighteens dog I aint gaining no green and my chain don't swing uh I ain't doin my thing I ain't doin a thing I ain't got none of that dough with none of them cars I ain't fucked none of them hoes in none of them bars I don't smoke weed I ain't use to mess with this three's I ain't from the D No I wasn't blessed with the beats I don't be at the spot swinging my chain like this Swinging my thing til these motherfuckers bang my shit I don't sip 'Mo I ain't never popped Cris' This Rollie just don't look right sitting on my wrist huh? Uh Uh wasn't me Dip the Sean John Sip the cham' Don Shit you want some I don't hold heat Naw I ain't never caught a case I don't know what titles to trace I ain't as tight as they say I don't ball out with my click at all But I do show niggas how to spit this bar Flow make the hoes put the dick to jaw S-V beeyatch, What the fuck you thought? What
Chorus:(All)
Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*)
[T3] Aight, Okay, yup it was me Yes I must admit. It was that nigga T3 Yeah Yeah I did it Okay blame it on me Yeah I'm that nigga that's hitting bitches thas overseas Yes I'm that motherfucker Hot damn I'm a G I'm the nigga who rip I'm the one that emcees Yeah. I'm that type of nigga talking trash up in your face Okay it was me. I hit your girl up in your place Place the bitch on the mat and sprayed the cum up on her face Tell the chick to participate She call me everyday Anyway, I got a crew that always give you what you need We don't hold it against you If your crew ain't up to speed See, we be them We be them niggas S-V You can do what you gotta do You will never see three (three)
Chorus:(All)
Raise it up (*4X*) Raise it up (*8X*)
[Baatin] Maybe it's that nigga Titus Maybe it's me Maybe he's part of the group (the) S and the V Maybe my name is Rasaul Rassi Maybe I'm Christ? Maybe the Sun The One Maybe I'm the nigga who pulled the gat first (maybe) Pointed at the casket and blasted at the hearst Niggas they front (hard). You just learning to roll the blunt (huh) Been there (hehe), done that (nana) I'm on that other shit Gradually speeding out my body til I fell away Maybe my crew is like an omen, from the great lake Maybe I'm the first fish who bit at the bait (bait) Catching a crab from a bitch on a blind date Maybe it was Titus who paved the way Maybe it was Titus who came to save the day Maybe you like me. Maybe you don't. You give a fuck (fuck) Probably with my crew that made you raise it up
Chorus:(All)
Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*)
(T3) It's the seven eighty-eight DDT a, just like Jake The Snake Actually, we don't participate But if you do then I'ma see you at your Wake, (players) Don't let the drama fluctuate, I don't wanna, I gotta, because it's snakes Now where would we be at, if we let you do that We'd probrably, be laying on our backs, (players) Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack I never would play myself out like that But, um, I guess that's where you at, (players)
(Jay Dee) (then I'ma play a game for ya) What I'ma do is like uh Cut out ya whole crew, cause ya crew likes to bite us Y'all stick to freestyling cause y'all aint no writers Trying to be some, (players) and can't play the game See ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint And won't be without SV (that's right) ya'll need to be smacked Open hands and beat by these (players)
(Battin) I could give a fuck about this shit You all up in my face over some ho shit Just come out You wanna be wit my click, you must know, really How wild I get, when I walk in the place saying,(players) Yes!, Yes! There's some people who really wanna see the S Personally, I could give a fuck less Check ya lady, she's a groupie ho Opening her coochie hole, fuck that ho,(players) ? When you front, this is for ?, you(echo)
(Jay Dee) Yo, Yo, you wanna be some (players) And can't play this game Ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint And won't be without SV ya'll need to be smacked Open hands and beat by these (players)
(T3) Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack I never would play myself out like that But, um, I guess thats where you at (players)
(Baatin) For me to hold you up You think I really give a fuck...you, you, you, you and your crew Y'all just some (players)
Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my click What to do, what to do, what to do? Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up Where you at, where you at, where you at C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Baatin(Jay Dee) T3, keep yourself, respect Allah Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight) Baatin levatatin up in the sky SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh, SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh, SV, SV huh, uh
(Baatin) One on one, havin some fun, in my master suite Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece You love it when my crew say we from the D You love it when my crew say we work for apathy I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualties Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft SV, we the type of crew that never fall off
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up Where you at, where you at, where you at C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up Baatin(JayDee) Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight) Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight) Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (I said aight) Where you at, where you at, where you at C'on, c'on
Jay Dee (eminem's voice from a Dj cut) Say, (h-, huh) My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn socks Remastered it's the S of the Pad Lock Been makin money, I been had a fat knot Been loopin up the shit to make ya head nod You say (wh-,what) my jam knocks You can hear me coming off the damn blocks Since a kid I aint never played wit damn blocks And I was never ever known to cock block Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn glock You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big blocks We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop Rock and rule niggas like my man Mop So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop You say (h-huh) my jam knocks You can say the S is the soul shock The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked When devinous cats used to pop locks I steal, when I used to pop locks The S twist shit up like a dred lock You say (h-huh) my jam knocks You say (w-what) my jam knocks So keep ya
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up Where you at, where you at, where you at C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Baatin(T3)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)
(T3) It's like again y'all uh huh, uh huh, one, two It's like again y'all uh huh, uh huh, one, two It's like makin money's critical Rhyme written, lyrical Some emcees will never know what we keep on giving and Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering Y'all niggas to the fall And I aint forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shit Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shit Know who you fuckin wit Never fuck around with the click Don't fuck around wit the click You might get ya melon split Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two, it's like
[JayDee] You look and stare I see you took it there Wassup wit'chu? Hey, wassup wit'chu? What you gon' do? (gon' do) You want me, don't you? (you want me, don't you) I know you do (I know you do) Yeah, I want you too (I want you too) You wanna do me I know it's me Yeah, I know it's me I hope it's me See, when you noticed me (noticed me) I noticed you (I noticed you) Shoo, you say, "Whattup?" (You say, "Whattup?") Whattup wit'chu? (Whattup wit'chu?) The things you do, and who you do it to Fuck what u do, I'm seein' you I know it's good for you (Good for you) It's just for you (It's just for you) It's just for you (It's just for you) It's just for you (It's just for you) It's just for you It's just for you It's just for you
[T3] Don't need a chick To be my chick If you gon' be my chick Then be my chick Don't talk no shhh (Talk no shhh) Who you wit'? (Who you wit'?) Oh, you wit' him? (Oh, you wit' him?) Then pack your shhh (Then pack your shhh) I guess it's meant For us to split It must be meant For us to split I'll be the man (I'll be the man) To understand (To understand) I'll understand (I'll understand) I'll be the man (I'll be the man) See, what you do It's up to you It's up to you What you do It's up to you (It's up to you) It's up to you (It's up to you) It's up to you (It's up to you) It's up to you (It's up to you) It's up to you It's up to you It's up to you
[Baatin] Smile in my face to show me they nice But behind my back, yo you be bringing the wack stuff When you say {undecipherable} You be on my diznick Do that dance trick Nah, everything you do, you fall back Girl you lack, cuz you be bringing the wack stuff The f?...bitch running his mouth I ain't saying nothing, troop you making up But you want my mmm... And you want my mmm... Girl, you want my mmm... I want your clit In a special way (A special way) A special way (Special way) A special way (Special way) A special way (Special way) A special way (repeat 8x's then fade out)
[T3] Everytime you try to do what you can To get the ass, it's part of the plan You settin it up, you buyin her stuff You do it for the love cause you bucklin up MacNicholas, Muh-Fuck ready to, The S gin-u-ine, you invision the grind She's already wit it, you just wanna dine See now I'm going for mine Plus to tell the truth y'all It's been a long time, this chick got me settin up the abbeyance If you ask me, yo it's time to get down I turn up the music, get some bass in my sound Quick dash to the bathroom cologne me down Now, it's time to relax Back on the scene that's, MackNicholas mack Tell her the place to be is the place where she's at She's feelin relaxed, my hands on her, I'm feelin up this chick I'm feelin up her flap jacks Got a page from her girl said let me call Sha ne' back Sha' ne said, "I had to leave the kids back at the flat girl" So she just pull up the, had to go and thats wack
Jay Dee (SV): Yo check it out yo, follow Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens C'mon (2x)(Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens) (Felatio)
[Jay Dee] You shouldn't'a gave me a huh In the first place You should have put up the guard, since the first date I know that it's hard, but it's not the worst case I told you straight from the starts That I was thirst-ay For more than just one or two Shit, two or three, can do Much more than just one could do Listen, it's good for ya health Cause you know I aint the one to Repeat myself (5x) ....... Yo yo why you playa hatin? I knew it was a reason for the separation Girl said you told her that I was a super, See I aint even know, that you could stoop so low What the fuck you over here fo' What, the girl she in the room what, there's the door I'll tell her that you came and that you said hello What up
[Baatin] I wonder what happened to my nigga, cock block I hate to see ya young ox, but up in a box He became a dread cause he had a lock On the flock in the place all on my jock Cause I had grace Told Cock Block he could hop many women Upon them never ever release your semen Upon them is a materialized demon Illustrious, succubus, do not trust She see you when you coming She know you wanna bust Now she got you sippin on the clitorus, juice Some of them juices is poisonous, juice Shoulda took notes, when the master spoke Places in the pussy, you can provoke You got what you want Your soul is ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
Go Ladies(5x) Ay yo, y'all just rehearsing, rehearsing, re- a re-a re- rehearsing,
(T3) Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, Get this shit She on our list as a lady to hit She's kinda thick, I'm getting wit quick Yo hit me up nine, seven, six Thugs look to her, just like that I see you in the corner, I like, yeah I like that See, ho, yo, me and you girl, goin on yo Come to my crib lets get in some bizznesss Wit me, what you wanna do, nigga named 3 It's gotta be, like that, like it's gotta be This girl aint tryin to be funky This is how I do it ay yo, yo This is for the ladies ay yo, yo let me get funky Just like soul I get on the mic and drop a flow Just so, so y'all, niggaz might know About this lady, I tell you this one She lookin good she gon get done I swear to God, c'mon, let me tell you sumt'n (T3 laughing in the background)
Go Ladies(11x)
(Jay Dee)
Ay yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Do It Yo c'mon everybody get down wit us, us, us We make the music sound marve-luh-us Conant Gardens nigga, scand-a-luh-us I got something waitin for you vanda-luh-us It's in a stash box, for who wantin my stuff That be scoopin up them ladies like a spach-e-lour-uh Knowing damn-well I aint no bach-e-luh-uh Who gives a, I aint askin ya, uh, As long as she aint fat I can handle her-uh Yo just foolin wit ya, yo this for the ladies, ay yo, yo It feels good clap ya hands to the sound of uh-us C'mon everybody get down wit uh-us C'mon everybody get down, check it out
Go Ladies, go ladies, go ladies, go ladies (check it out) Go Ladies, go ladies (check it out) , go ladies, go ladies
(Baatin)
I could picture you girl, in the back Naked in my crib girl, so what's up? You can see me, you can see me chillin in my black Puma Ladies coming down my nutz-it-cuz, cuz I never sweat it cause I know who they want See we super-duper-duper, to the, Range Ro-va Conant Gardens, Mac, Nic N-n-n-n-,Nic Always making the ladies move and groove is my motive The joint is on the scene and it's as long as a locomotive When I'm on the Mic I never give up, up, up ,up Make moves, make moves, make moves, yo check it out All the ladies in the place if you got big breasts, breasts Come over to my place we can play "chess"
Go Ladies(16x)
Ooooohweeeeee ohyeah all right Go Head (5x) Ooooohweeeeee wooo, c'mon girl, c'mon girl
