(Are you or what?) So I come, save ya passengers From this critical messenger Right in front of ya You see me standing wit da mic in da right
Ain't aight, man (Come on)
5 entry and da drinks aren't for free The bartender's tripping and ya is looking at me Typical, tropical heat, gum on ya seat Yeah, this happening sucks, yes
me, what's da reason, yo Why do you came? Why do ya The band is everything Oh, now you say it's too loud Do you think that it is silent when you
Tell me, why da are you here? (Oh yeah) You criticize me? Yeah, I can feel it in the air is rising, homes, yo Ya anger is my air to and I can feel it in my bones
Pay for (It's da up, stuck up, stick 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 ya screaming for payback, bitch But I to disappoint you 'Cause I swing tec's or baseball bats So I guess ya skills be the weapon to choose for you And I won't explain da rules to for you
Wake up early, son, first come serve Speak shit but always keep something in reserve The wants to be entertained So what'cha gonna be, B boy? A B boy or a
Pay for (It's da stick up, stuck up, up kid) Fight, fight, fight, me no champagne (It's a stick up, you a stick up, it's a stick up, yo It's a stick up, it's a up boy)