Face down don't turn around. listen to the bass pound. from all type of angles. this ain't no star spangled banner. more juice than tropicana. Rock from New York to Savannah. Cause it's Macka Framma?. When I go to a show. Some run some come plenty have fun. To watch a nig get dumb. the right way the hype way the tight way. You're fucking right that I might say.... Chorus. Fronters get confronted while stunts get stunted. And my homies get blunted while the rats get hunted. so if you want it here it is so put em up or shut em up. Smack'em down and I'll yell pick'em up so get'em up. word em up as I fuck it up I tear it up. so listen up and don't move just play the groove. Don't dime when I crime cause kid that's. Fessin' up but when I pull out my mag. Just raise em up. Chorus. One to the Three to the motherfuckin' two. and you don't know what I'ma do. that's because you're new but. I got the kaya ta make you feel higher. so say what you want you motherfuckin' liar. Don't mean to boast I don't mean to brag but I got the grab bag. Of funky shit you wish you had. But It's the pace that we gotta pick up so stickem up. hands high reach for the sky. but don't try to get fly cause it's easy to die. Just like a blink of an eye when the shots rang. Boom bang rat ta tat tat. watch your back cause I'm coming black. kill that yig yag put the money in the bag. Pass the zags with the Billboard Mag. But freeze feel the breeze if ya sneeze than you're shot. Now ya gotta run what'cha got. Chorus