Yeah, what's up heads?
What's up listeners?
What's up critics?
Yeah, do you mind if I bring my
boys on this one?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
what about Chris?
You're killing him on this one yo,
uh
What I want you to do is chop them up,
dice them up,
like you always do, uh
Alright, this is what I do my boys,
I'ma take out whoever stands in the way
But I'ma need your help,
in fact boys,
I'ma need y 'all as I look out
Cause when I creep,
I know you got my back,
day in and day out
See, we know how success feel,
we know that the hood's real
We know what you cats wanna know,
but it's a big field
You get no props,
no luck holding the streets, see
Most of these cats
create their own destiny
See, we created our
life from scratch
Earned our Decepticon patch
from the first batch of cookies
Yeah, we were just young little rookies
And look at us now,
the icing on the cake,
creaming you sookies
Yeah, I feel like we got lifetime
membership
Droppin' our P's like bombs
in your residence
I ain't gonna leave till you
hear this in your speakers
Alphris boy, yeah, the best kept secret
Woo, yeah Da vola, Davola,
you told him what to do, man
Davola, but Alphris, yo
I want you to jump on this mic
And tell all these people
what we all about, you know
Decepticons, full rate entertainment
Straight out of Rio
where we were formed in a duffel jam bar,
you know?
Too many fake motherfuckers
in the architecture right now
Yo, tell these people what
we all about, come
Okay, we all about the streets,
not shit that's irrelevant
I ain't gonna spit lines
just for the hell of it
I'd rather spit lines
that's relevant to my people
Or you might as well be
talking to a mannequin
See, we weren't from the streets
and opposite gangs
But us grown men put that aside
for the task at hand
And if your boys are your boys,
then they will understand
Cause your boys ain't your boys,
cause they dissing your plans
Shit, I know it's hard,
but if they holding you back
Ditch that, dawg,
you better find yourself another path
Till you feel that bond,
like the strength of the D -cards
Yep, negative energy, please be gone
Cause we just so ill,
too much skill for you to handle
Yep, yeah, I said it, for you to handle
And if you can't handle the gentle,
leave the game
Cause you cats ain't never gonna rain
on my parade
All right, fuckers, ha!
Yeah, that's how you do it,
Alfred Huck
these motherfuckers in the mouth
when they talk shit
Hit them with a left fighter,
finish that shit without the cut
Yeah, all I care, you did that too,
that's beautiful
That's fuckin' beautiful
Now take it to the streets
Take it to these motherfuckers,
talk the shit
Cause Alfred, man,
you're the one they call
The best kept secret