(Are you or what?) So here I come, ya passengers From this critical messenger Right in front of ya You see me wit da mic in da right hand
that aight, man (Come on)
5 bucks entry and da drinks aren't for The tripping and ya girl is looking at me Typical, tropical heat, gum on ya seat Yeah, happening sucks, yes indeed
Tell me, da reason, yo Why do you Why do ya blame? The is giving everything Oh, now you say that too loud Do you think that it is when you shout?
Tell me, why da fuck are you (Oh yeah) You wanna criticize me? Yeah, I can it in the air is rising, homes, yo Ya anger is my air to breathe and I can it in my bones
Pay for (It's da stick up, stuck up, up kid) Fight, fight, fight, me Drink no (it's a up, yo, it's a stick up, it's a stick up, yo a stick up, it's a stick up, fuck)
Yo, I hear ya for payback, bitch But I have to you 'Cause I don't swing tec's or bats So I guess ya skills gotta be the weapon to for you And I won't explain da rules to for you
Wake up early, son, first come first Speak your shit but always something in reserve The crowd to be entertained So what'cha gonna be, B boy? A B boy or a
Pay for (It's da up, stuck up, stick up kid) Fight, fight, fight, me Drink no (It's a stick up, you it's a up, it's a stick up, yo a stick up, it's a stick up boy)