Start the Show

Now let's start the show-show

Step out of the cold-cold

We come from the 'Go-'Go

To the top of the globe-globe

The pimps and the hoes-hoes

The Folks and the Stones-Stones

Whoever you ride fo', we back for some mo'

Get back to the show-show, you know (Uh, uh)

Ladies and gentlemen, the C-O-double-M-O-N

Synonym for "Fresh", truth is the emblem

Hardcore since I was next door to Clem and them

Cold as the winter when fake **** was shiverin'

Shakin' in they Timberlands, you as played as Bennigans

Hot for a minute, now you just a "Remember him"

I been a master since P was No Limitin'

Stick to sayin', no gimmickin' and no mimickin'

Q infinitin' down old blocks are bendin' in

Yellin' "Fuck tha police" like Ren and them

Pelican brief these **** on who I be

Before the paper and the fame **** knew Rashid

Noble like Drew Ali, many have come

But few have been chose to be a true MC

You sing along with it, inside you knowin' it's wack

Young who? Oh, he the openin' act— (Act— act— act—)

Now let's start the show-show

Step out of the cold-cold

We come from the 'Go-'Go

To the top of the globe-globe

The pimps and the hoes-hoes

The Folks and the Stones-Stones

Whoever you ride fo', we back for some mo'

Get back to the show-show, you know

Let— let— le-le-le-le-let's go

It's a festival in hip-hop, we do it non-stop

Pop your bottles, Chicago **** do it in staccato

Choppin' notes for my homies, fuck a motto

And Ferragamo shoes givin' dudes the model

Think fast, drive slow, survival is the throttle

Your live show is hollow, should've kept it local

Rappin' over vocals, soundin' soft as JoJo

With 12 monkeys on stage, it's hard to see who's the gorilla

You was better as a drug dealer

Feel the passion of this B-boy rationale

Half of it is what you say and half is style

I guess it's time for you to start cashin' out

It's over folks, tell your guys to put the glasses down

Masters now, verses touch the youth like a Catholic priest

Performances keep me stackin' the sheets

Now let's start the show-show

Step out of the cold-cold

We come from the 'Go-'Go

To the top of the globe-globe

The pimps and the hoes-hoes

The Folks and the Stones-Stones

Whoever you ride fo', we back for some mo'

Get back to the show-show, you know

"And you say Chi-City! Let's go Chicago!"

"Come on, y'all can make more noise than that!"

"Get live y'all! Get live y'all!

Ah, get live y'all! Ah, get live y'all!

Ay, y'all can get louder than that! Louder!"

"Louder!" (Louder— louder— louder)