[ct] it's about that time nigga
[wc] for what?
[ct] redo this motherfucker look i found it nigga
[wc] ahh hell naw nigga!
[ct] sheyitt
Now here we go, y'all gotta play this
Due to you bitch-ass niggaz i'ma maze this
Rearranged funk and refreak the track
The godfather of underground rap is back
Banged out the game as i ride with the benji's
Fuck off the hook, nigga i'm off the fuckin hinges
No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters
Coupe de ville swoopers, looters and stax loopers
I started off way back sick with a mentality
Wicked got down kickin it with the syndicate
Just a lil' nigga seein ways to get paid
Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids
No overnight success, no tinted windows
No limos, just a hungry nigga doin demos
The year eighty-eight, the group was low pro
When niggaz used to swerve on lincoln's and vogues
Loc these niggaz ain't knowin about payin no dues, the shit i done been through
Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes
Looka there, as i walk the rugged road of the path
I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path
Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine
When a young nigga first signed the dotted line, i was
Bang bang, boogie with the music
Took the old funk track, and relooped it
Dropped "payin dues" for a small amount of cheddar
The name of the lp was "we in this together"
*beeper sounds repeatedly*
[ct] awww shit, what the fuck why you sto
[wc] man this motherfuckin pager keep goin off
Look i'm tired of these bitches!
[ct] youse a cold nigga!
*dj scratches* "noooo shit!"