[ct] itand's about that time nigga
[wc] for what?
[ct] redo this motherfucker look i found it nigga
[wc] ahh hell naw nigga!
[ct] sheyitt
Now here we go, yand'all gotta play this
Due to you bitch-ass niggaz iand'ma maze this
Rearranged funk and refreak the track
The godfather of underground rap is back
Banged out the game as i ride with the benjiand's
Fuck off the hook, nigga iand'm off the fuckin hinges
No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters
Coupe de ville swoopers, looters and stax loopers
I started off way back sick with a mentality
Wicked got down kickin it with the syndicate
Just a liland' nigga seein ways to get paid
Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids
No overnight success, no tinted windows
No limos, just a hungry nigga doin demos
The year eighty-eight, the group was low pro
When niggaz used to swerve on lincolnand's and vogues
Loc these niggaz ainand't knowin about payin no dues, the shit i done been through
Gone through, put through, was bruised too so itand's time to school these foes
Looka there, as i walk the rugged road of the path
I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path
Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine
When a young nigga first signed the dotted line, i was
Bang bang, boogie with the music
Took the old funk track, and relooped it
Dropped andquot;payin duesandquot; for a small amount of cheddar
The name of the lp was andquot;we in this togetherandquot;
*beeper sounds repeatedly*
[ct] awww shit, what the fuck why you sto
[wc] man this motherfuckin pager keep goin off
Look iand'm tired of these bitches!
[ct] youse a cold nigga!
*dj scratches* andquot;noooo shit!andquot;
