Intro: Wyclef Jean Pick up your microphones Pick up your microphones Chorus: Wyclef/Pras How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many
cause You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv Put 'em up, throw 'em up Let me see them mutha fuckas Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
And my overtime is where your taxes go I gain your trust Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front On the low with cameras taping ya Getting
to pen us up like Snipes (Throw it in drive) Fuck takin me and meth alive! (Yo, you look that-a-way) You look out the other side!
They've got him in a trance One hand is tied To the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad They're restless They need somewhere
muthafuckin homeboys down to die for each other, cuz we closer than brothers its like you came in, no forgettin the party poppin when my squad walks in throw up your hands
ain't trynna hear nothin. [Verse 2:] They call me Maraj. Fuck u & fuck your squad. Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout the tod. I'm on the other
I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 nigga's after y'all [Puffy] Aiyyo ladies, get up Bounce your tits up Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up
's here to lay the law down So speed it up or shake it around because it's a showdown The 45 King is arising, suprising, hypnotising star, he's up to
't Nuthin Me And Squad Blocking Sittin On 24's Stuntin I Do My Shuffle Work (Work) Check My Footwork (Work) Soulja Boy 2006 And They All Gettin Murk See My Squad
t Nuthin Me And Squad Blocking Sittin On 24's Stuntin I Do My Shuffle Work (Work) Check My Footwork (Work) Soulja Boy 2006 And They All Gettin Murk See My Squad
god for that Regardless, big bang can't throw it up And another nigger flow who's as cold as bruh Quarter mil for the show, really know what's up ...
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) [Break - 2X] Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands hands in the in the air air now! Hands
a no hand nigga slap ya Thats some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya! (Ha) That nigga must be tellin? the truth cuz he a no hand ass mother fucker
Jeezy and T.I. be in the streets with Buck Me and Akon sip Don and Wayne know whats up Maybe Fat Joe tellin' you don't fuck with The Unit Terror Squad
I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 nigga's after y'all Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce your tits up Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up 'Cause