* Jewely, M.K., Penelope, Kujo, Mic Checker, Boogee Mann, Chi, King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West Stone, Goobee Thug &
(Intro: Ali) Check it out, my is Ali I with them Lunatics You know us, know I'm sayin' But what you not know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. So we do it like this up we got my man Jewely!!!
(Jewely) Now what's a finale If you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali? El Caminos on Hotel Nico Mona, weed from Pamona And any ghetto catch this St. Louis nigga on the My known to leave rappers in a coma So faggotts the grinnin', them chrome rims reflect The hate in your as you see em spinnin' MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine I'm drama, like two baby and one pendin' This here split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin' Dawg'll your heart out your chest Rappers suffer from arrest If I'm uncomfortable I a few You niggas are actin' like, I won't em to the afterlife is Judah Zor, a hard act to follow Murderous clique nigga, as desperado.
(Ali) Up next, Hillsdale My M.K.!!!
(M.K.) You knew what time it was as you stepped in the door gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!" Where he go? Me I be between the ice Don P with a dime piece right! Whisperin' in my ear about menage a Us and her partners, El Passe and bras Freaky deaky baby I'm that Dig the way you think, them your partners? Get them a drink, shit one bitch was she didn't get picked, but baby We roll time, it's only rippin' the six, trick Minutes later nigga four deep bitches tonguin' in the back I'm gettin' some head up in the She like, "I got this" you control the While her partners in the sixety-ninin' tradin' cock spit.
(Ali) Up next, we got that hazel-eyed Fo' Reel, Penelope!!!
(Penelope) Hot like fire, makin' these yearn be stressin' me dirty, you got shit to learn How to keep these seven zeroes that's my only Put a torch to hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch slip Don't me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' shit I it all so give me it Am I a Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than the that some anacondas spit The Marilyn Monroe, of the I'm a sucker for cornrows, in Timbos hey (I got old mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?) Oh Lord, look (C'mon mama let me hit that) Get the fuck on out of my face talkin' all Old ass bullshit.
(Ali) Up next, Kujo!!!
(Kujo) Niggas hate me cause I'm nice in the And got a style priceless ice in the chain Aiyyo so who am I? I'm the best to ever I got that, "Hot Shit" I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the and the dics Cause they me gone, been in the game too long Here's how you want it, you with guns nigga We cock two, got work? I too one, we pop two For the love for my family, and my Makin' sure records live on, from now until infinity I'm from the 34, in 3D Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas of me No matter what the fuck you do You get rid of me.
(Ali) Peace, to my cousin Trife, up The one and Mic Checker!!!
(Mic Checker) St. Louis, what you know bout high-grade we it? you know bout 76 pounds to break down in the basement? What you bout chances enough Air Course Suitcases and pretty pictures out in Air Port? What you know bout losin' count there's so many stacks? How many can say shit like this But truth in the tracks? What you know bout clicked up nigga? Out the country How you niggas done had pussy from the Virgin Islands? What you know bout your broad to be my mama? Lunatics and Skunk dick up in Trulany you know bout mo' bail? We brolic like Brutis Come for them, everyday and my clique's all What you know bout Town? Amongst the gun clappers Buff they soup head still on my red snapper.
(Ali) One love to Naw you know, up next Mann!!!
(Boogee Mann) Mr. B-double-O-G what? M-A-double-N I smoke and grin, and fuck your best friend if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be and lightenin' Damn that's frightenin, so tuck vest in My Mack-10, spit flows that kill men the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all y'all We the ball til we or it's nothin' at all So just warm up the water, cause we Blink Trotter Half-baked half slaughter, comin' Vince Carter How you want it head or cut? We in the of the truck to see if baby girl can make me bust this nut Cause I'm 24 inches above the gun Get these hoes deep, so you yo heat.
(Ali) What up Up next representin' V.I.P. Jacob and Suga Chi!!!
(Suga Chi) Microphones I burn to whom it may concern with this learn this is to all my foes Them baby mommas swervin' and Geos Cause they nigros to my steelo In a ??? ready for war, and booted Undisputed dame, the same, in the game Since my had fat laces, smack faces With Tipsy (Ouch) intoxicated feel it You thrown out of clubs ever time you see me.
(King Jacob) Uugh, want to be street they bring the most heat And swear to God ain't nothin' I agree, but I also feel I got to prove shit To do it to punk ass niggas from your click I fuck hoes that be so thick, when I roll you this And them twenty inch chrome rims sit so Motorola for communication, this is to aid my flows Take the whole nation.
(Ali) Iceberg!!!
(Iceberg) the nigga the player that keeps it duplicated Or in no type of way, hate it if you like But you can't us gettin' paid Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop us in a we stand And then you to worry bout your whole state We made it now the forever more Style be raw, heaven or hell I'll stay forever me down down baby, in a black Humvee Comin' to get my fuckin' corner for Nelly, (E.I.!) My fuckin' record sales barely, (Uh Ohhhhhhhhh!) Now nothin' they can tell me What I do is always too late, for the See how you fools respond to these bomb Big Lee released all these beats And everytime we do what's fuckin' ??? And come to their question of how come I-C-E-B-G Gon become part of this Alumni
(Ali) All the way from the we got my man E (Louie Town) Foundation!!!
(Foundation) You never met a four, with metaphors Metal for whores, Tiger's metal four Shit, that's what I met her for, strictly Thick cliques mixed Big Lee Can't disturb, stand clap hands dance and For the where nobody else should fix a hand or word E-Perior bless, we all wreck mic checks You guess me on, Midwest be songs, and testin' F with the be gone, no quest-ion yard parties, fourty-four-four Seventy West and East, get it F in streets Style shows like sandals, get handled Dismantled, St. Louis is Soprano No two, with blow poor, ghetto mo' gurr Blow bolo get fooled the clock.
(Ali) Up next, we got two MC's My man Storm and his home' Stone.
(Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got no luck Storm My run with dirty niggas and he from St. Lou he know Kung-Fu, and he got guns too That big dick dude, that flip fools like Tom Cruise You wanna battle me dude you gon' lose Hit you with one-two's, lungs bruised My foot in the so many crews call me doo-doo shoes.
(West Stone) You know Stone is known to break them your chick and take her home Get one chick and make her And you wonder why niggas hate the Stone Broke their backs, I wrote the raps Nigga don't drink I'll to that Niggas hopin' that, I'll a bow Want to my life? Better take it now I'm alive let me break it down Turn this to the O.K. Corral Get to blastin', whippin' Forget talk shit, I'm with the action Want to it hot? I'ma bring the heat Ain't no nigga that can hang me.
(Ali) Up we got Goobee Thug The spitter!!!
(Goobee Thug) We gon' get two seats recline and lean X, smoke green, and buy the water Y'all niggas your jewels to bling harder I cock the fifth, drop your shit Type of nigga rob you to cop the Catch me, on 23's with a See the rocks twinkle right in front of your eyes I shine brighter the sun in the skies Got a gun on my waist, got one in eye And I stays blowin' haze and that Thai Y'all smoke weed that's brown with seeds in it I hustle from first to first through And you gotta accept this, I ball the Celtics A. Walker, you up And I Ted Foster to make you up.
(Ali) Up next from the Rawkus My Fister!!!
(Fister) I'm the man before time, move before time Like Don Bluth I made The Land Before Some MC's they're nice, but not hardly That's what they "Say Say Say" like Paul And Michael Jackson, I cypher the To anyone who assists like John Who these kids they is tryin' to act all wild They like members of Destiny's Child I'm spottin' the top Feds, poppin' the hot All in his pothead, makin' him dead me Shanksoon, lyrically snatchin' your soul Your squad's useless, like the right arm on Bob Behold, the of a black Aristotle Roadkillin' MC's, my hand on the throttle Smashin' em all, em all, bashin' em all Picked up my Friday cashin' em all