Now let's the show show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we for some mo' Get back to the show show, you
Uh, uh Ladies and the C-O-double-M-O-N Synonym for fresh, truth is the Hardcore since I was next to Clem and them Cold as the winter when fake niggaz was Shakin in Timberlands, you was played as Bennigans Hot for a minute, now you a "remember him" I a +Master+ since P was No Limit-in Stick a sayin, no and no mimickin Q infinitin old blocks are bendin in Yellin (Fuck Tha Police) Ren and them brief these niggaz on who I be Before the paper and the fame knew Rashid like Dru Ali - many have come but few have been chose to be a MC You along wit it, inside you knowin it's wack Young I don't need a openin act
Now let's start the show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The and the Stones Stones Whoever you fo', we back for some mo' Get back to the show show, you
Let, let, go a festival in hip-hop, we do it non-stop Pop your bottles, Chicago niggaz do it in notes for my homies, fuck a motto And shoes givin dudes the model fast, drive slow, survival is the throttle Your live show is hollow, shoulda it local Rappin over vocals, soundin as JoJo With twelve monkeys on stage it's hard to see a gorilla You was better as a drug Feel the passion of B-boy ration-al of it is what you say, and half is style Guess time for you to stop cashin now It's over folks, your guys to put the glasses down Masters now, verses touch the like a Catholic priest Performances keep me stackin the
Now start the show show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we back for mo' Get back to the show show, you