Bullies of the Block

And ya don't stop

If you give me all you got, try again

If you give me all you got, try again

No more than thirty-thousand words and minutes

Why don't you grab a chair and listen up?

I'm about to fill your fuckin' cup to the rim

Duck, or you'll get struck with the blunt object

Huh, feels like you got hit by a Mack truck, huh, punk?

Don't you wish that you could funk the freak so much?

And freak the fuck, huh?

I'll let the pump pop, if you wanna pop, chump

You pop, so you end up in my trunk

Wicky, wicky, wicky, wack MC

They'll be no tricky, tricky trickin' me

Shut up, sit back, and enjoy the beat down, sucka

Slap you with my buckle, your dead homie was a jacker

Knocked him like a boxer, poppin' your motherfuckin' corn

Like Redenbacher, came to L.A. frontin' like he was a New Yorker

Should've gave it all you got while you was doin' the do

Because now the Fellowship is straight moppin' your crew

If you give me all you got, try again

If you give me all you got, try again

Out of sight, dynamite and I might flow

Beans gon' burn in the kitchen

Now who didn't get no undivided attention on the grill?

Look over the hill, seems like my brother got a lynchin'

Now who would've thought he be the one chokin' from a limb?

It's because of them

Dreams of my beautiful brothers, sister reachin', teachin'

Each black seed black

Be the Devil 'neath my foot, stomp, stomp, stomp, march

Well, we're movin' on up

To neighboor-tour we go

Hut one, two, three, four

Who da' they, huh?

What's the conversation? Hut

Think vinyl cuts, what?

Look over the hill again

Well, who do ya see? Who do ya see?

The Ku Klux Klan, kill like feelin' you's

Go to statues

My hood is the woods of the jungle

When walkin' through, carry a stick or a gun

'Cause it's fun to fuck with people in the night

Murders, murmurs, fright

Sirens, shots scream echo, hold my gat tight

If you give me all you got, try again

If you give me all you got, try again

Every rapper in the house shut the funk up

As a kid, I hardly ever played basketball

I never, ever sat up in the casting call

I was makin' the kind of music that will outlast you all

So I ask you all, why should I pass the ball?

Now you wanna know about the world?

I finally see what I saw

Well, I hang around downtown at the pool hall

I ain't a **** named Peter, see, or a **** named Paul

But am Aceyalone, stoney homie, yes, y'all

'Cause I can break it in, break it out, break it up

Break it down to a break, we break

I'll break your jaw and you'll fall if I find you fakin'

Or gimme a call, we can chew the fat with a Buddha sack you done kept

Heat clip, so what up? I'm Aceyalone, I'm Acey-aloha

I'm Aceyalone and never been to Coney Island, stylin' for ya

I hope nobody don't flip

Over that Fellowship shop shape shit that'll rip

Fool, get a grip, I'ma trip and summon up all my homies to the pit

For the whip, 'cause I'm a hip-hop-apotamus, must bust the dope hit

So stay off the dick

If you give me all you got, try again

If you give me all you got, try again

Be advised, they'll come

Runnin' butt-naked, hysterical in the flames

I am a man and that's all that I am

And overstand and it's all love

And it's my game plan, and spread it throughout the land

The Devil, while I curse him, will be damned

I am a black man, I'ma survive

I am a black man, I'ma survive

Yesterday, I had a fight in a nightclub

But I had my gat and I bust alive

Ran a man, hand them up in the air

And prepare to run for cover, but then I must survive

I hop on the back of the wack stuff, one-oh-five

I thought about Wacky Jackie, that cat that died

But I replied, "Rely that he is a black man, he must survive"

I went to the Good Life hip hop, got live?

On deck for the Freestyle Fellowship tribe

So pack a tape, he peeled off a five

I got stucky, wet 'em up, what connived?

He ran off with the tape and the money in the jar

But what was wack was what he contrived

He try to bite the Wheetie, but he didn't eat his Wheaties

Just like the white man, gettin' too greedy

But he be a needy brother, but he must survive

All in my beeswax, can't find the hive

Aceyalone, yes, you will survive

Self Jupiter, you must strive

Mtulazaji against the high five

And uh, DJ Kiilu keeps the party live

My name is Mike, I rock it right and I will survive

I am a black man, I'ma survive

My manager, Kedar, survive

And my producer, Bambawar, will survive

And my engineer, Rich Man, will survive

Jump off the tip, before you get shot

Freestyle Fellowship, bully of the block