(Are you or what?) So here I come, save ya From this critical minded Right in of ya eyes You see me standing wit da mic in da hand
Ain't aight, man (Come on)
5 bucks and da drinks aren't for free The tripping and ya girl is looking at me Typical, tropical heat, chewing gum on ya Yeah, this happening sucks, yes
Tell me, da reason, yo Why do you Why do ya blame? The band is everything Oh, now you say that it's too Do you think that it is silent 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 up, stuck up, stick up kid) Fight, fight, fight, me no champagne (it's a stick up, yo, it's a stick up, it's a up, yo It's a up, it's a stick up, fuck)
Yo, I hear ya screaming for payback, But I have to you I don't swing tec's or baseball bats So I guess ya skills gotta be the weapon to for you And I explain da rules to times for you
up early, son, first come first serve Speak your shit but always keep something in The crowd wants to be So gonna be, B boy? A B boy or a stain
Pay for (It's da up, stuck up, stick up kid) Fight, fight, fight, me no champagne (It's a stick up, you it's a stick up, it's a up, yo It's a stick up, it's a up boy)