Youknahmsayin' B, I mean
Motherfuckers be talkin', you know what I mean?
Talkin' plenty shit
YouknowhatI'msayin? Just shit talkin'
And don't know a motherfuckin' thing
But, we gon', we gon' gather all these niggas from Chicago
Hehe, Da Brat
Knahmean?
That's right, all them niggas from Jersey
Yeah yeah yeah, and we just gon' do it
Yaknahmsayin?
Ey yo, put your hands up, way in the sky
Light up your lighters, flame on the fire (yeah!)
Ey yo, put your hands up, way in the sky
Light up your lighters, flame on the fire
Ey yo I been on many stages of all sorts
Banged in many hoopties on blocks of all sorts
Ran to foreign ports, sippin' on Port
Thinkin' rap thoughts while I'm reppin' for Newark, whoa!
Down-fall never, I rhyme too clever
Storm like the weathers, hip-hop for the pleasure
Feel the texture, how does DoItAll lecture
You and whoever, the more, the better
L-O-R-D, back from N-W-K
The U-N-D-A make me bounce this way
Why you say here me from Chi to NJ
I swear one day it's gon' all come your way, one day
One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to
One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to
One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to
One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to
Check it
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Blackin' out on anybody think they fuckin' with us
We just, live the life of Billboards and mic cords
Straight buyin' shit you can't afford (hah) so put it down
And stop touchin' it, you wanna step to us, see you rushin' it
Watch your head, I'll be bustin' it, what's this?
Who you think you talkin' to you think we slippin'?
Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these niggas is trippin'
Bustin' shots like pimpin' (pimpin') hit you in your hip and (hip and)
Take your Bills like Clinton (Clinton) nigga I ain't bullshittin'
You must be lost thinkin' Jersey niggas is soft
I should whip out on your niggas make you take your rings off
Now take your fuckin' jeans off, for thinkin' that we soft
Before I squeeze off, make you nigga ease off
'Cause me gettin' burnt or hurt, won't be tolerate
Funk Bizzy put a foot to your ass, you're constipated what?
One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to
Dearly beloved, we gathered here today to bust
Me and the Lords been in the lab, guaranteed to f*ck it up what?
If you got a problem with Jersey or Chicago
The revolver'll go POP and the weaves'll drop!
Rhyme-diesel heffer in it, don't stop, the glock cocked
Ready to penetrate with every one of my sixteen shots!
Don't be deceived by the pigtails, the butter colored ma
Smothered in cheese, the dopest bitch you've heard thus far
When in need, of an incredible high, you can flow
With the L-O-T-U-G and I, as we get lifted
Til we die, all this stuff is weight
Make the money to buy the bank and the Benz and the vacation
(Shit) Take time to kick it with niggas in Jersey
You weren't worthy and your day is comin'
Motherfucker, you better keep runnin' (ha ha)
And that's all fact and no lie, one day got your name on it
Be ready to die (bitch, motherfucker!)
One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to
One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to
