[Strick]
Yeah, big Strick, let`s get it on...
Yo, last night I had a nightmare that I was wack
Nope, I`m sorry, it`s that you said something dope
Fuck it, it don`t matter, `cause I know shit ain`t really like that
`Cause if you said something dope, I know somebody else probably had to write that
You on the wrong song an` I`m on the right track
I hit the cypher, and you bounce talkin` `bout Strick, I`ll be right back!
What the fuck you comin` back for?
I pulled up to the front of the club and hurried and scurried up out the back door
Just in time `fore your ass got a cracked jaw
Made `cause I stack more, and what the Lakers sign Shaq for?
Incredible rhymer, what the hell am I sell crack for?
I`m real, you a ac-tor, I`m hot, you just not a fac-tor
You on some bound to do, I`m on some already done shit
I`ll burn you with the same light you just lit up your blunt wit`
And I don`t came wit` the style you probably `bout to come wit`
You the opposite of smart faeces, get it? Dumb shit
Couldn`t give a fuck who you run wit`
Or them niggas you `bout to go get
Matter of fact, go get `em, you`ll just be layin` on the floor wit` `em
Lookin` up at me talkin` `bout: Why you let the fo-fo hit `em?
I really don`t know these niggas, I just did a show wit` `em
Went back to the telly and I hit a couple of hoes wit` em
Met `em at the studio an` just spit a couple of flows wit` `em
Bought a bag of dro and just sat back and got high wit` `em
Oh yeah, that`s good to know, now you `bout to die wit` `em
Head straight to the pearly gate, say hi to the big guy wit` `em
Or take it to that other level, down with the devil and fly wit` `em
Grumble and groan, piss and moan, boo-hoo and cry wit` `em
Atleast go home and tell his momma bye bye wit` `em (bye, momma)
`Cause duke, I`m the hottest nigga on earth right now
And bust my gun in nine months `bout to give birth right now
Run all up in a nigga hood and take his turf right now
Nothing`s what your life is worth right now
I`ve been in shit for too long, it`s about time I burst
A & R`s ready to quit `cause they ain`t find me first
Record labels ready to shut down `cause they ain`t sign me first
So let me stop right now `cause I know y`all niggas be dieing to be writing
my verse
[Chorus: Young Zee]
If y`all don`t know how we get sent on
From twelve at night to the cracks o` dawn
Got girls in the back takin` off they thongs
Then feelin` that something`s wrong!
If y`all don`t know how we get sent on
From twelve a.m. to the early morn`
If you seen them things then blow ya horn
`Cause if ya not there`s something wrong!
[Masta Ace]
I came outta rap training camp as a reigning champ
An` lay motherfuckers down just like the pain of a cramp
I won`t stop `til I see my name and my face on a stamp
And y`all still won`t be able to stick me or fuck wit` me
I`m `bout to leave my mark on this game like a buck fifty
Took shots but I duck swiftly, you just missed me
Fuck Alice, ????, Norton and fuck Trixie
I`ma fuck like it`s my honeymoon `til I touch sixty
You ain`t a thug so don`t try to get tough with me
If you think about tryna hit me, you`ll get snuffed quickly
Deep down, hate Bobby Brown, but love Whitney
At times I wish it was O.J and the glove fit me
Then I wouldn`t have to hear none of you wack niggas
Talk about how your crew`s rich and you stack figures
In my hand`s a chrome gun with a black trigger
I know you think your shit`s big, but I pack bigger
Just ask your wife, `cause I blasted her pipes
If I tell Strick to pass me a knife would you ask for your life?
You`s a pussy, I can tell by your song
Homo/thug rapper, I can tell by your thong
Got sugar in your tank, you probably shit syrup
The world`s about to see what it is when I hit Europe
And when I come back on for my birthday
I`ma do another video, too explicit to play
[Chorus]
[Young Zee]
Ace, Zee, yo Strick, Bricks, Zee, Outsidaz, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Niggas fear me like the fear of Aids
I take out pretty boys wearin` shades
Or thug niggas with they hair in braides
Then fuck yo` girl through that thing she wearing
Get her pregnant to leave that bitch a single parent
Got mad cars, you probably apin` in a Jaguar
Drunk at Justin`s, while you hang out at a fag bar
Scared at jail, but at home you tryna rob
When you got inside you got sodomized by a lotta guys
Girls pile up in Young Zee room
I fucked the wives of about twenty ?brooms? on they honeymoons
We had a check sellin` bottles of rock
An` so much dope came we re-modelled the spot
That`s why y`all cats spittin` ??????????
See you grinnin` when I stop and the rims keep spinnin`
Fuck with Zee I`ll bash ya face
I`ll fucks wit` {*scratches*} Masta Ace, bitch
