afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up
.A., down south) (Yo, yo college park) And if you never been down south before (Get up, get up) We 'bout to show ya all how we ridin' (Get up, get up)
thought you know it Fool, you know how we do it Comin' from the West Side West Side, comin' from the West Side Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud Double parked
floor if you wanna Get down That, that bust gats Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they wanna Get down Blick, piano sick Get down Chill you
is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing his fuckin ass like a fuckin bird. GZA: Life of a drug dealer RZA: The fuckin guys is comin GGh:
Watched him comin' up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Lookin' good from tail to hood Great big fins and painted steel Man, it looked just like the Batmobile
with nothin but bitches with C-cups Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor I gotta spray ya axe up
speedin' like a demon on 101 south I smoke chewy like a muthafuckin' nut ya got a gram bag get the zags an' roll 'er up it's Andre Nickatina tiger comin
acid, acid) Put the straw up ta your nose, take the blow straight ta your dome (I'm on acid, acid) You passin' out in my front yard, throwin' up on
steady pimpin', pimpin' Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up They break Pimp C long bread 'cause everything I touch be blowin' up
block down Ludacris tell em how the south sound I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell em how the south sound Comin to shady park
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos They comin' up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'
you keep it real, lil' ma go on, put ya hands up I just need some scrilla, ma go on, pull ya pants up Now, you can stand up or you can drop down Open up
down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck we comin down, yellow
up off the fender Beat the block up like a boxer, chop the street up like a blender I got the flat screens fallin' down from the ceilin' And the platinum
ya see the world that is comin' to unfurl And I said, "I don't wanna say nothin' now" Except get away to get up Get away to get up Get away to get up
up, sess bein' puffed up Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Peace to my