Lyrics:
up the Westside on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
From Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out
& laid out for
Hey yay ye ya yar
Territorian living
Ow wow wow wow wow
Territorian livin
Ay aye
Deep in the pit
Something is brewing
It's starting to come up
Please
and to the wood grain in my labo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons
When niggas catch
damn hype
And we're givin it up
Too damn hype
And everybody come on
Too damn hype
Let's rap to the cut
Too damn hype
We got DJ Jazzy Jeff and my
up the Westside on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
From Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out
& laid out for
buck make space now
The crew and luck we juiced up
So we understand live it up
From city buck gotta get it now
Hey hey I don't play
When it comes
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
the fuck
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya ass up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My
Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew ain't quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these
is we just do what we do
Take it by today its just me and my crew
All we know how to do is line em up and
I Knock em 1 by 1
And 2 by 2
That's what
jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you he's a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon
on
It's not hard to explain
Make sure you get cracked like cocaine
Make a man cut you up like sugar cane
I grow like a flower when it gets rained on
I bring
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
ag
Niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag
We gotta make a livin
Nigga know Im real
Jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
it to the rear, and then I'm exploding
I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi
I got the flea up in the name (a-one, two, a-one, two
time
Playing with our lives is not right
Like it or not bitch
You've been a thot
Whole crew feelin' like a vibe
When I get a vibe I don't think twice
on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
It's 2AM in the morning and it's uh
Light showers and you're probably hookin' up with that girl
That's been, two-wayin you all week
Her baby
We pull up and
Shut it down
And we do the most
Cut from a cloth
That turn wool to gold
Costume made costumes
With jewels that glow
You see the cuts
In
like Terry Crews
Live my life, if she don't get it, cut her off I ain't gone miss it
Live my life, if she don't get it, cut her off I ain't gone miss it
now
A different bag, for the Chop and Cut
Podcast, that's on the way
Hit the line so we could Chop It Up
Politics with the crew now
A different bag, for
it to the rear, and then I'm exploding
I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi
I got the flea up in the name (a-one, two, a-one, two
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