Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right? You comin out the South Bronx Time to let brothers know what time it is
T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house
[Fat Joe] Yeahhhhhh.. like this! Chilly Dee (represent, and uh) Gizmo (represent, and uh) Keith Keith (represent, and uh) King Sun (represent, and uh) Fat Joe (represent, and uh) Uptown (represent, and uh) Uptown (represent, and uh) Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!
[Gizmo] I'm from the West Bubblefuck so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up I'm the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare From the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank's G Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon To meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap Stick lyrics back to back, that'll pack, to keep myself on wax Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're lyin A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker Parties that I've made, people wonder how long it lasted Lyrics that are so hardcore, it'll leave you flabbergasted Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin I'm the human beat magician with the bag full of fun Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (Keith Keith!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
[Keith Keith] Run for help when the mic's in my hand I kick rhymes like I'm a rap Van Damme And eat MC's like a cake or a slice of pie I'm not a pimp but I bop like I'm Superfly People say who's he? I'll give any crew beef So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief I hold my own yet don't stand alone, I'm well known Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone Think you better chill troop, cause I'm not havin that And flippin on niggaz like a somersaultin acrobat Go get your crew and y'all still couldn't do the man I'm blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can I know niggaz sip this, bitches wanna dip this I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a sucka I'll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker fucka So step up and let me hear your response Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the Bronx
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (King Sun!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
[King Sun] Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth I'm not the Smooth Operator with the ladies But I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies
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