[Verse 1: Black Thought] Look - my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela My band about seventy strong just like Fela Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen And we represent Illadel, where they still rebellin' Hey yo, sicko show like Mike Moore My city ain't nothin' like yours Slippin' into darkness like war Night crawl with the lights off You see a lot of life lost for the white horse Regardless, the charges making us all targets All on the red carpet, guns from the black market Who got the politician's in they back pocket Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit When you make contact, give me that gossip If you break contract, you'll be that hostage They getting busy and the city is raw Better deadbolt the door, it ain't safe no more
[Hook: Black Thought (DJ Jazzy Jeff scratches)] Southside (Get busy) Northside (Get busy) Westside (Get busy) Worldwide (Get busy) [x4]
[Verse 2: Dice Raw] Approach with caution, be cautious when talking to bosses I feel I've been through a metamorphosis I'm mutated by unknown forces The feeling of course is Somethin' that's hard to describe I'm half-dead, never felt more alive Reborn, remove the gold coins from my eyes I've been down, but now I'm back up I'm about to act up, boy, you better back up When you see me set up shop, know to pack up Cause I crack up when a rapper get slapped up Number one reason y'all should give rap up Dice, it's mines, I got it all wrapped up I'm kind of like W.E.B. Du Bois Meets Heavy D and the Boyz Smooth as a Rolls Royce Built like a tank, smokin' on dank Walkin' through the Guggenheim Raw Life, Black Inc
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[Verse 3: Peedi Peedi] Now on your mark, get set Go cop everything you ever heard by P. Crack Dice Raw and Black Fuck the Internet Buy a baseball bat, break a bootlegger leg All I listen to is vets, you're fresh off the step I'll come directly at your OG neck I'm used to the 1-2 check, not the 1-2 step I'm strapped, I'll leave every cat among you wet Now let's go, you know I'm politically incorrect At the show, I start it with a "Can I get a ho?" And the ho's go retarded The po-po tape off the stage for caution It's bad lands, North Philly get it in It's Crack man - used to back spin Now I spend stacks and stacks And Uncle Sam tryin' to tax all my hard-earned raps Damn, we making yens, pesos, euros - we representin'