Sho nuff with the funky bass in your face

New York City have mercy, have mercy one time

Introducing the crew

Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down

Plus I'm tired of seeing your fucking phony face around

'Cause when I sit back and think back on how you flam me

It make me react and be at my fucking jammy

Now I don't cock, though my mind's in the sewer

I just kick back with six-packs and then I do her

But she gets stuck on clawing like a cat

And 'cause them toes got sucked on she don't know how to act

Back in the days, I.S. 237

Used to run with Kevin, bagging hoes was like Heaven

Eleven years later I try to hide

And hope they pass me by like I'm The Pharcyde

Just let me puff and lounge with my ****

Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers

Don't believe in kids with that puss cat scent

Fuck around with Fash and get your whole shit bent

Spent crazy years with the Blues paying dues

Before I met the Psychos and the Junkyard Jules

But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped

Going round the globe to collect our props

When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

Come on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

I get stoned every day I got nothing else to do

I'm getting drunk with my **** till the night is through

And when the night is through I won't have a fucking clue

Of what tomorrow will bring so I maintain (True)

Yo life's kind of funny

If you don't make money then your days ain't fucking sunny

Excuse me for my language but I'm trying to get my land stitched

Together, and build a crib for me and my damn bitch, I never

Had it like I deserve to have it

I whip it, I stab it, I grip it, I grab it

You silly rabbit, I'm coming at you pure

Tracks by the stacks, video and brochure

I'm sure, unlike others wanna pop

You's a piss drop, talking that shit you need to stop

Cause when I approach and you can't back up what you said

(Toma) Fly you fucking head like that

Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

Texas, uhh, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

Real **** do real things and that's a fact

And real **** could leave big holes in ****'s backs

And your life sounds like a heavy price to pay

For some bullshit that you ain't even had to say

But don't sweat that, 'cause I'mma let you keep your head

If I wanted you killed, you'd already be dead

I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make

I got no time for you and all the moves you fake

Taking care of business yeah without no doubt

And I'mma make a million dollars kid before I'm out

Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona

Going hand to hand getting loot on the corner

Life is full of stress and it wrecks my brain

So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain

I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make

I got no time for you and all the moves you fake

When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)

And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah, you get props over here)