Look my squad's half mandrill half Mandela
My band bout seventy strong just like fela
Yeah part Melly Mel part Van Halen
And we represent illadel where they still rebellin'
A yo sicko show like mike moore's
My city ain't nothing like your's
Slippin' into darkness like war! night-crawl
With the lights off, you see a lot of life loss for the white horse
Regardless, the charges makin' us all targets
All on the red carpet, guns from the black market
Hey who got the politicians in they back pocket
Pimp slap pump that gimme that profit
When you make contact gimme that gossip
If you break contract you'll be that hostage
They getting busy in the city it's raw
Better deadbolt the door it ain't safe no more

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Southside get busy yall
Northside get busy yall
Westside get busy yall
Worldwide get busy yall

Approach with caution be cautious when talking to bosses
I feel I've been through a metamorphosis
I'm mutated by unknown forces
The feelin' of course is something thats hard to describe I'm half dead never felt more alive
Reborn removed the gold coins from my eyes
I've been down but now I'm back up
Bout to act up boy you better back up
When you see me set up shop know to pack up
I crack up when a rapper gets slapped up
Number one reason yall should give rap up
Dice it's mine, I got it all wrapped up
I'm kinda W.E.B. Dubois meets Heavy D and the boys smooth as a Rolls Royce
Built like a tank smoking on dank
I'm walking through the Guggenheim Raw Life Black Ink

[Chorus]

Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
Fuck the internet buy a baseball bat break a bootlegger
Leg all I listen to is vets, your fresh of the step
I come directly at your OG neck
I'm used to the one two check not the one two step
Um strapped I'll leave every cat among you wet
Now lets go! you know I'm politically incorrect
At the show I start it with a can I get a ho and the hoes go retarded
The popo tape off the stage for caution, its badlands north philly get it in!
Its crack man, used to backspin now I spend stacks in sack's and
Uncle Sam tryin' to tax all my hard earned raps damn!
We makin' yin, pesos, euros, we representin'

[Chorus]

Writer : JOEL ROPER, CHARLES L. PATIERNO, PEDRO LUIS ZAYAS, CHUCK RIO, VINCENT P. DAVIS, TARIK TROTTER, KARL B. JENKINS, BRENT REYNOLDS
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS , UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS OBO GRAND NEGAZ MUSIC , UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS OBO CAREERS BMG MUSIC PUBL., INC.