featuring Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
aha aha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep it movin' come on and keep it movin' [X4]
Verse 1: [Mic]
Tint that shine full us to the teeth
ask yourself can you ball like me
it's nothin that an amature can try to see
even hoes with the most step carefully around me
I bribe by the rules you know
disturb my groove and you gots to lay low
Geronimo have it in the cut hawked up
fucked up steering the gas from both sides
I stay high Puffy pie in the soar
spearing the dough, accordly we run it,
how it go? Can't nobody hold me down
like my nigga Puff say, cut so sharp, you
think we sensay(sh)?, Ima break it down audio display
with some help from the Bad Boys mic on the play
frontin' on my crew nigga crime don't pay
we're back in ya face kickin' dirt all day
Virgin niggas can't rhyme, don't try
it's a fact, you've been hitted by the Master-I
Emcees wanna gun me, take my life from me
It's funny but still ain't nothin' move but the money
It's on...
[Chorus]
Is time to hard? Time to rough? Feelin' like you had
enough, we can make it, gotta try
make a change, live your life
Verse 2: [Mic]
Struggle it is, i'm goin' to back fully on
with the tracks fully plats 88 zillion
niggas carry on while I'll place in funds
and makin' some, the value it make 'em run
grands and tons of rhymes, if you cope 'em once
that you're man over me Shorty rock 'em on
Here it is in the cut climb ??? at the ???
the bomb shit blowin' like a bag of ???
mad She wrote a verse but it just don't fit
right in that shit with the niggas you running
to role with, I told y'all motha[---] controle
the bowl with this microphone like a [???], it just
don't miss give somethin' to run with 'em on the
block all the niggas we hold you see is ???, and still
Emcees wanna gun me, take my li[Mack 10]
Hoo-Bangers (WASSUP!!!)
Y'all ready? (FO' SHO'!!!!)
Well let's do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it, uhh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the #1 crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I buy my '57 Rag until my '98 Jag
And just roll all over the town on 20 inch wheels
and just, brag all about the mils I made on mic skills
I slang and do my thang keepin niggas on amp
It's Mack 10 kickin shit from the Hoo-Bangin camp
[K-Mac]
Haha (nigga)
I just, wake up and ball y'all (Whattup K-Mac?)
Comrade criminals and y'know we fades em all (That's right)
I'm hittin six on the teatley
And I'm ridin on you busters cos that's how it gotta be (It got to be)
Niggas please, Cadillacs on Deez (on Deez)
and in the middle of the winter, it's still 89 degrees (That's right)
We's die hard, pullin job nigga's hall cards
Best to check our records cos we's smack ???? ???? (That's right)
[Techniec]
I kill a nigga ten times, leave em on concrete (Whattup Techniec?)
Tight shit make ya say "Damn, Tech got bomb heat" (Hahaha)
First nigga that speak like "I don't believe you"
first nigga who face touch ass fore before his knees do (God DAMN!)
Nigga, I ain't tryin to please you, know that
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, I wrote that
I hold Mac's with 2-1's
plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right)
Chorus:
It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap tryin to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight B's and C's
[MC Eiht]
G'yeah (Wassup? Whattup Eiht?)
Ready to go to war, I take you to war
Hoo-Bangin as I buck thru your passenger door (BUCK BUCK)
Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor (Hit the deck, bitch)
Give it a fuck, blood