* Jewely, M.K., Penelope, Kujo, Mic Checker, Mann, Suga Chi, King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, Stone, Goobee Thug & Fister
(Intro: Ali) it out, my name is Ali I roll with them You know us, know I'm sayin' But you might not know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. So we gon' do it this up we got my man Jewely!!!
(Jewely) Now what's a grand If you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali? El on toners Hotel Nico with Mona, from Pamona And any ghetto catch this St. nigga on the corner My persona known to rappers in a coma So faggotts the grinnin', them chrome rims reflect The in your face as you see em spinnin' MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine I'm drama, two baby mommas and one pendin' here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin' Dawg'll knock your heart out chest Rappers suffer from arrest If I'm I dump a few You are actin' like, I won't send em to the afterlife This is Judah Zor, a act to follow Murderous nigga, known as desperado.
(Ali) Up next, Hillsdale My M.K.!!!
(M.K.) You knew time it was soon as you stepped in the door gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!" Where he go? Me I be between the ice Sippin' Don P with a piece right! in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties and Freaky baby I'm lovin' that Dig the way that you think, your partners? Get them a drink, one bitch was strippin' she didn't get picked, but baby We roll with time, only rippin' the six, trick Minutes later nigga rollin' deep Them bitches tonguin' in the I'm gettin' some head up in the She like, "I got this" you the cockpit While her partners in the back tradin' cock spit.
(Ali) Up next, we got hazel-eyed heartthrob Fo' Reel, Penelope!!!
(Penelope) Hot like fire, makin' these niggas Don't be me dirty, you got shit to learn How to keep these zeroes that's my only concern Put a torch to these hoes, these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't Don't make me put a lump on lip A dip in hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a bitch More deadly than the venom that some spit The Monroe, of the ghetto I'm a sucker for cornrows, niggas in 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 all that Old ass bullshit.
(Ali) Up next, Kujo!!!
(Kujo) Niggas me cause I'm nice in the game And got a style priceless like ice in the Aiyyo so who am I? I'm the best to spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the I pop a hot block the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone, been in the too long Here's how you want it, you come guns nigga We cock two, got work? I too one, we pop two For the for my family, and my seed Makin' sure them records live on, from now until I'm from the 34, in 3D Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm Spit the truth til I die, give a you niggas sick of me No matter what the you faggotts do You get rid of me.
(Ali) Peace, to my Trife, up next The one and Mic Checker!!!
(Mic Checker) St. Louis, what you know high-grade we wastin' it? you know bout 76 pounds to break down in the basement? What you bout chances enough Air Course Suitcases and pictures out in Lambert Air Port? What you bout losin' count cause there's so many stacks? How many niggas can say like this But there's in the tracks? What you know bout clicked up nigga? Out the country How many you done had pussy from the Virgin Islands? What you know bout your broad to be my mama? Lunatics and Skunk dick up in Trulany What you know bout mo' bail? We brolic Brutis for them, everyday and my clique's all exclusive What you know Spanish Town? Amongst the gun clappers Buff they penis soup head on my red snapper.
(Ali) One to PL-Spin Naw you know, up Boogee Mann!!!
(Boogee Mann) Well Mr. B-double-O-G what? I smoke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and Damn that's frightenin, so your vest in My lyrical Mack-10, flows that kill men It's the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all We the ball til we fall or it's at all So just warm up the water, we Blink like Trotter Half-baked half slaughter, comin' like Vince How you it head or cut? We in the back of the truck Tryin' to see if baby girl can make me bust nut Cause I'm 24 above the gun creek Get hoes deep, so you pack yo heat.
(Ali) What up Spud? Up next V.I.P. King and Suga Chi!!!
(Suga Chi) I burn bitches to whom it may concern with this Gotta learn this is to all my Them baby swervin' Neons and Geos Cause nigros to peep my steelo In a ??? ready for war, suited and dame, been the same, in the game Since my Tenants had fat laces, faces With Tipsy (Ouch) intoxicated it bitch You thrown out of clubs ever time you see me.
(King Jacob) Uugh, everybody to be street Guaranteed bring the most heat And swear to God nothin' sweet I agree, but I also feel I ain't got to shit To do it to them punk ass niggas from click I fuck hoes that be so thick, I roll you know this And them twenty chrome rims sit so sick shit for communication, this is to aid my flows Take over the nation.
(Ali) Iceberg!!!
(Iceberg) It's the nigga the 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 place we And then you to worry bout your whole state We made it now the legacy's forever Style be forever raw, heaven or I'll forever S-T-L Catch me down baby, in a black Humvee to get my fuckin' corner back for Nelly, (E.I.!) My record sales were barely, (Uh Ohhhhhhhhh!) Now there's nothin' can tell me What I do is always too late, for the See how you fools respond to these frees Bigger Big Lee all these beats And we do what's fuckin' million ??? And to answer their question of how come I-C-E-B-G Gon become part of Alumni nigga
(Ali) All the way the Cle-Town we got my man E (Louie Town) Foundation!!!
(Foundation) You met a four, better with metaphors Metal for whores, like Tiger's metal Shit, that's what I met her for, city cliques mixed with Big Lee Can't disturb, stand hands dance and swerve For the spot nobody else should fix a hand or word E-Perior bless, since we all wreck mic You me on, Midwest be songs, and testin' Jones F the best be gone, no quest-ion School yard parties, West and East, don't get it F in streets Style shows like sandals, get handled Dismantled, St. Louis is Tony No two, heffers blow poor, ghetto mo' gurr Blow get fooled around the clock.
(Ali) Up next, we got two live My man Storm and his West Stone.
(Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with You want to him, but you won't got no luck with Storm My dirty run dirty niggas and he from St. Lou he know Kung-Fu, and he got guns too That big dick dude, flip kick fools like Tom Cruise You don't wanna me dude you gon' lose Hit you with one-two's, your lungs My foot in the butter so many call me doo-doo shoes.
(West Stone) You know Stone is known to break them Meet your chick and her home Get one and make her moan And you why these niggas hate the Stone Broke their backs, I wrote the raps Nigga don't drink I'll smoke to Niggas hopin' that, take a bow Want to my life? Better take it now I'm still let me break it down Turn this to the O.K. Corral Get to blastin', asses Forget talk shit, I'm with the action Want to make it hot? I'ma the heat no nigga that can hang with me.
(Ali) Up next we got Goobee The spitter!!!
(Goobee Thug) We gon' get two recline and lean harder X, smoke green, and buy the spring Y'all niggas polish your to bling harder I the fifth, y'all drop your shit of nigga rob you to cop the whip Catch me, on 23's with a See the rocks twinkle twinkle right in front of your I shine brighter than the sun in the Got a gun on my waist, got one in eye And I stays haze and that Chocolate Thai Y'all smoke swag weed that's with seeds in it I from first to first through seasons And you gotta accept this, I like the Celtics A. Walker, you up And I have Ted Foster to you up.
(Ali) Up from the Rawkus Crew My Fister!!!
(Fister) I'm the man before time, move hands before Don Bluth I made The Land Before Time Some MC's think nice, but not hardly That's they "Say Say Say" like Paul McArtney And Michael Jackson, I cypher the To anyone who assists like John Who these kids think they is to act all wild They temporary like of Destiny's Child I'm spottin' the top Feds, the hot lead All in his pothead, makin' him drop Call me Shanksoon, lyrically your soul Your squad's useless, like the arm on Bob Dole Behold, the manifold of a black MC's, with my hand on the throttle Smashin' em all, em all, bashin' em all Picked up my Friday check em all