Intro We got that funk on lock "Ya, ya better, ask somebody"
Hook: HARDCORE comin' with the beats and rhymes GOT YOU HUMMIN' now you wanna press rewind BEATNUTS COMBINE goin' line for line A-YO JUJU "Hit me with that shit one time" - Method man
JuJu: It's the hardcore funk come get your fill From the pistol packin' punk raisin' hell with the dug grill Nobody cares what I think so I drink Causin' mad trouble pullin' guns in an eyeblink From the depths of hell I make it known son My mind frame makes MC's swallow they own tongue I dismantle competition it's a sick shame When I lose my composition and inflict pain Doin' what I gotta do to obtain cash Accountable for more dead bodies than a plane crash I make it clear I'm a never be forgotten And you couldn't find another MC that's more rotten It's the junkyard nigga get your shit straight Peace to all my niggas in Queens pushin' big weight Rick Jan always takin' care of buisness A shout to Coronna and I'm out with the quickness
Hook: A-yo Fash
Fashion aka Al Tariq: I got so much of this and ah so much of that And so much just fuckin' cool in my act That niggas be stressin' me trying to mock my steelo Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/taQMe though, born just one smooth negro I got it like that I make a bitch wanna dress up Watch me slide in and see your fuckin' hoes press up on me Fox like a oribious crazy they swarm me But me jut cut my ballin' baby I see like my section and ah, wanna perfect and ah And slide my shit up in her motherfuckin' rectum bro Erupt let off nuts just like a cannon I'm standin' in the same damn spot I fuckin' Shannon in Laid that ass hoes a wanta break want a drink Did that 6-9 shit I'm suckin' clits she suckin' dick But stickin' back and lay way back don't try to fester Who posess more chicks then fuckin' P.M.S.
Hook: A-Yo Short Jive A-yo Psycho
Psycho Les: Splash wet that ass just like a jacuzzi Niggas all say "Who's he, the nigga with the uzi?" The hardrockin' up the block state of mind Just finished puffin' bout to sniff my second line of coke Frequencies float like a fag see blunts and six packs enjoy the fuckin' tracks Blastin' for your listenin' pleasure she's got a two bar loop with the funky measures I can rock it even if it ain't for the pocket You need to wake up bro and smell the fuckin' chocolate Hocus pocus you can try to focus But you won't see me I see you like fuckin' Oprah's Fat ass upon a fatass screen Slice your Adams apple, kiwi strawberry snapple