workin',
party people have you ready to rock, let me hear you scream
I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets,
berate me a pop and daily routine sweeps
It's a fanatic, can't get the habit,
so there you have it, I'm an addict
When I'm near the mic, I gots to grab it
Rip the assist and the shreds,
grab the braids in my head
Everybody get lifted,
remember the rhyme said
This is your introduction
to the new episode
With the double
I, countin' down to explode
40 kicked in the door,
here come 235 more
Livin' right to the core
It's workin', it's workin'
Workin' for everybody in the rock,
let me hear you scream
Everybody to the right,
cause all I got left is my flow
I'm flowin' with
Boogie
B, fishin' in a wreckin' ocean
Uh -oh, I guess it's goin' down,
not now, right now
So I got down with the get -down from
Illtown, huh
Figure it's the fun fanny,
I miss my mammy
Yeah, you can ask my
Uncle
Randy, I'm grateful for my
granny -nanny
That's my mother's mammy,
two little brothers with different fathers
But we're still family,
forget how rough I had it
Let's see how smooth it gets,
cause I might wind up doin'
That same old cruddy shit,
life blockin', sellin' rocks in
My neighborhood back cockin',
buckshot in, yo ass, it's true
It's workin', it's workin'
Party people at the rave, come on,
let me hear you scream
Can you chill a can?
Can you spill a can?
Can you kill a can? I know I can,
I know I can, can
An
American, a
Republican
Fuckin' with this
Afri -can, can
From this plant land, I know I can
It's a war, wick, wick, wick, wack -ass
D .I.
D .I. should've predicted a clicker,
but stay cool like fuckin'
Freon
Or get frozen for eons,
it be I'm bein' the unbelievable bastard I be
You won't believe it's just some
B .O.
Settle the score,
Jack
Melba needs more
Since now she poor, looks to get richer
By putting rap up in the picture,
I'll figure
Backwards, blindfold, step, ka -clap
Your ass like
Calvin, so butts get kicked now
Forgive thy enemy,
be a friend to me, you teach
But forgiving ain't seeing my
music crushed in the street
Preach love, practice hate,
break tapes and chatter it
Streets on your structure,
stain your whole establishment
Let's get
Pacific, whose style is horrific
Twisted plus terrific,
with a tongue that's terroristic
When lifted, then shifted, rent is the biscuit,
finish you knitwear, cancel
Christmas,
won't stop this slick shit
It's working, it's working, party people and friends around,
let me hear you scream
Tell the booze it up, I'm loose or nut,
watch crews get cut, bring it to my
Hilltown grounds and lose your butts
But what is the matter, matter of fact,
I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap
Get into slick like splinters for the winter
See
Dolores tuck a truck, I shoulda told you
Large
Mars sincta
Two chocolates away from being sloppy
And butchers with no lunches
Step with the punches and
try some butt crutches
Get your hands clappin'
front and the back end
Keep a cool head for all my
swingers packin'
Attackin' back in the motherfuckin'
house
Done traveled a million
miles and I'm still
kickin' style
Back smack, that ass back,
now how's about that?
You feelin' bout a shitty ass
or baby's on white pants?
Crack, I crack her back,
dead on her back
Black, and leave ya layin' there, flat as a
We ain't friends to the
end, I blasted
Chucky
After this instead of beef,
you'll be givin' me chicken at
Kentucky
Lackin' lucky, so worlds fear these,
and there'll be no more you, like no world series
Never a fad, and madder than mad, and radical, rude,
rotten, rascal kid, man, what's happenin'?
Check the skill, on the real, it's best to kill,
don't be caught in the down, the hill, or deal is ill
Man, this shit is deep, I'm goin' deep,
undercover like a motherfucker, way beneath the sheets
Full blows get thrown, to the upper dome
We continue to the roll,
until you're up and gone
When we spot a block, knock,
no tellin' where the rest will go
Hustle with my friends,
straight ballin' like testicles
Ballin' for dollars, rollin' for hours
Rappers the pinstripe is my friend,
they be took out in groups of tens
Scoopin' shins, you'll be like,
who's that group again?
On the ground with no sound,
we just boost the chins
Yeah, and you don't stop
Just check how those
Hilltown niggas rock
