"niggaz shady"
It's nine-four, p's in the door Representin - hardcore, steppin through with the tour Mad brothers, know the And funky b-boy niggaz, they the single l.a. to detroit, to chi-town New york to (jersey) all around Cause it's underground when I'm troopin with my sound So save the temptation, keep the limos Cause that's not hip-hop, a fashion show "how low can you go? " tell you ? ? dissin mad goin solo Stop the press what is this? not rap kid Bust it it's business
Chorus: pmd and dj doing samples (*some unidentified*)
"people round town talkin and that.." [pmd] shad "people round town talkin and that.." [pmd] business "people round town this and that.." [pmd] shad "people round talkin this and that.."
So the press, no contest, no stress buddha sess still snappin necks for some live effects So where you comin the boondocks, where my tune knocks Pass the tinnocks to bust loads like nine glocks Yeah so what you hobbes? Niggaz flock from when I'm blowin up the spot Nuff props to the and pops At the one stop (what? ) the violence, and Black on crime cause we're killin our brothers and sisters Oh what tit for tat, he took this, she that Seems like guilty - until proven innocent with no facts Some find this hard to comprehend It's far from equality - swing it p, shad business
Enough with all the he say she say and nosy You wanna do me a don't do me no favors Cause nowadays "niggaz shady" Fightin over the money and power, but take it to the grave see I not - - and that's called ignorance and it's ruinin So brothers wanna around - we mess around And if wanna "get down, get down" then we get down Cause bringin it swingin it I hear my callin me, and my fans singin it Big up to michael jackson, and michael Iron mike tyson, tupac an' Flavor flav, forget snoop troop I'm ghost, swayze like kazoo business