Slum Village

Here's a little somethin' for you playas, playin' in ya playpen....
We ain't playin', play on playa.........

It's fantastic
It's fantastic
It's fantastic
It's fantastic

We say fan-tas-a-ro'
You say huh, what, ya know.
It's that sh.. ay' yo.
This is fa yall to dance to it slow cause it's fantastic.

(All)
Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens
(Motown) We getting shit started
If you every hear us say Magnet-net-net

(Jay Dee)
It's going down like that range rover
When ladies see you they get the love hang over
Day or a night if you wanna stay over
You better have the will to bend over and take...

(Baatin)
Off your clothes in time..
Conqueror, come back to give some of that old
Pictual, actual, factual; Let Mac'll bring you the raw
With gigantic flow that my people come to love

(T3)
Azurite, get down with it
Can't fathom these brothers fantastic
Uh, I heard cry when I dip that ass in some plastic
How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards
Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions
Fascists , because we turn this rap shit into something tragic
I didn't wanna have to put you in some action
Uh, I know you asked but did you really wanna have it?
See, I cause havoc like a loaded automatic...

(Jay Dee)
Blow!!
How do you like me now nigga, you know my style say WORD
I'm from the city where we know for slayin' pounds of herb
Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making its
Yo, the never faking its creating shit that's taking your hoe
After the show you know I step up in the place...

(Baatin)
...when I step up in the place
Mind Is not strong enough, to hold me back,
The tools you lack, the skills you deal,
Lyrics to kill, cars to deal,
Cops to peel, image too real!

(All)
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it...
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on...
Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it...

(Jay Dee)
Back again from the bank baby, common my chain
Chains for most of these cats probably cop my rings
Quick, fast, and always got a way to get cash
Whiplash is what you get when you mashing the gas
If you ask, you might catch me...

(T3)
...You might catch me on my rental
Won't catch me in tinted windows
Might catch me ???
Or various instrumentals and yo...
Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo...
You need to lo and behold these innuendos

(Baatin)
Its just the fine talk
Mac'll come with tracks, you relaxe-d
My rhyme is universal like a elastic-uh
I hope you feel me like you feel your past-or

(Jay Dee)
...What do you ???
And you so used to bab-bl-ing
??? Cause we mas-tered this rap shit
Pockets get madder cause its hitting so imma-culate
You like the way it goes down when S attacks-it
It will get tragic when the S is on the mission...

(T3)
...The S is on a mission again
So listen! Relax, take a seat in the place
Its livin! Living up to expectations and still
Rippin! With rhymes and filling the chrome
Dippin! Cruising the neighborhood is just local
Pimpin!

(Baatin)
As for my memory, we were meant to be.
I am the soul Melchizedk, from the D
Role of the world, ever see, who got the Key
Its gonna take a master, yo, yo, the S, S

(All)
Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens
Motown, we getting shit started
We don't stop, we don't quit...
We just do it, do it, do it, do it do it,
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Yo, yo, yo...

(Fades out)

(James Brown sample)
(I don't know)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
You, you, you

[Jay Dee]
Could ask my man, T(3)
I aint the, (one)
To be, played like a nigga that you use to play for money and
No time for acting, (funky), with me
You best believe that you won't, (do it)

[T3]
I'm influenced to like uh, (you know)
And then I pick up the phone shit, (I dont know)
She walks by casual says my loot is usual
Battin says it's him (too)

[Baatin]
To all my ladies in the place
I mean your whole crew is like (yeah)
You know the S is my crew we rule, (what man you know)
We got a whole flock of niggas with glocks (you know)
But I dont know why I'm fucking with you

Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
You you

[Jay Dee]
It's like, you know you scandalous as hell
Yeah I can tell, from your nails to the Chanel
Say (what)ever you doin you doin it well
You jockin my man R.L. (too)

[T3]
Wait see you
Shouldn't do the things you do
But you constantly do (your bad self)
Also you, love to, (eh, eh)
See I'ma get wit you so we can (uh)

[Baatin]
And if you don't know, your shit is crucial
To all my people in the place if you need to know I
(Rock with the band) enough to say (watch ya man)
Do my shit on the dance floor
And if you need to call me (you know)
My number is (3 2 1) 1 7 88

Yo, yo, why I'm fuckin wit you
Chorus (2x)

[Jay Dee]
Aight Jeff do what you do

(All)
You know...if you make moves some people will envy
Say what's (what‘s) up with this jealousy

(Chorus)
You know people say shit, bout you, and me
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (one more time ya‘ll)
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (yes...yes...yes)
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy

(T3)
Yes ya'll (ya‘ll)
I love it when you hate
Now lets calculate, take it straight to straight
Take it, to your face or wherever you lay
Oh you say “You fake'? And won't take shit to your face
See in the first place, you made a crucial mistake
My crew congregates just to aggravate
With plots to infiltrate and abbreviate
And if you think we out, shit we got rhythm for days
Take it to another phase with an extra stage
Havin' you feelin' the blaze of NWA
And if they ask you “Who you doin'? tell ‘em “that nigga Tres'?
Yeah damn right I'm great, like the porno tapes
An ??? For ladies and collecting papes
To these jealous niggas let the ??? Made
??? Your man ain't got time for the fake
To those “J"? niggas need to put ‘em away

(Chorus)
You know people say shit, bout you, and me
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy

(Baatin)
Spread the word, that nigga's hardcore
Envious Emcee, lyrics are *Cagore*
Rhythm up, cause I'm the real Jack Ripper (Uh-huh)
I call him Jack Trippin' Over (Uh-huh)
Who call himself passin' over tryin to provoke
The High Priest got you in my step-era
Impious niggas I don't trust
Started when emcees when the accurate-
Rackin' a nigga, step back causin' a crush
I'm good in this game, my mind left you in the dust
Check my mic when I bust you got tossed
Lost you to cry, the jealous niggas wanna floss
I'm all in your face, grippin my nuts, nigga what, nigga what

Uh-huh what's up with this jealousy

(Chorus)
You know people say shit, bout you, and me
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Come on)
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (One more time)
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy

(Jay Dee)
...Jealousy make you say what the fu-...
This goes out to my niggas that's talking the shit
Same niggas that be dubbing tapes and walking and shit
No life, having like a nigga that's stalking a bitch
No joke, broke, ya'll niggas be cracking me up
Player hating, plotting, and planning on jacking me up
Don't do it, you don't know these niggas is backing me up
Hardcore, fuck rap, ??? Nigga what
Hardcore, pimp smacking from acting like WHAT
Good shit, like the 55 in the back of a bus
Hot shit, SV yours whackin the fun
Don't get jealous cause the S is stacking ‘em up
Say (what, what) say

(Chorus)
You know people say shit, bout you, and me
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy

Uh-Huh

(Fades Out)

[Jay Dee]
You ain't gotta play hard to get
I know you, I know you like the art of sex
I'm puttin' down my plan like a architect
It's for you (and huh!) we can all get wet
I got alot of nerve talking this to you right
I'm straight up, and this should make sense to you
Girl you ain't gotta front don't be actin' dumb
And if you got the goods, then I want some
No time to get down this ain't no la di da
But I ain't never fucked wit' a menage a trois
It's three like the stripes on the a-di-das
Gettin' live like we at the mardi gras
We gettin' live like we at the mardi gras
Three is the magic number ask my part-i-ner
I be servin' that ass like a bar-ten-der
I'm only too bold to be watchin' ya
I'm only too bold to be watchin' ya

Chorus
I want you right here in the world
Bein' wit' you all alone
It's like a dream's come true

[T3]
See these things get sold
I'm caught up in ya game I'm kinda tango
Maybe it's the way you sed---huuuu on the down-low
Sayin' things to me that one T3 would only know
I wanna tell you though that these things seem to mean
Situations keep you from point A to B
I certainly put a counsel on our mistakes
I got a mission on two girls on a hot beach
Everythings to reach and ain't nobody stoppin' me
It just relax me 'cause they know I gotta plan for each
Hhhhyeah every last know I gotta plan for each
Ya know I, ya know I gotta plan for each

Chorus

[Baatin]
Thought you knew Baatin was prelickormiss
Which one of you queens is comin' to get with this
Already got one holdin' my arm in this
But I need a couple to add to my list
Take a position in my world of compassion
Satisfaction, ecstacy
Callin' you callin' me
I know you yearnin' for sexual longevity
My name is Baatin Rasual Rasii
Tantric master, sex, two or three
Ecstacy, callin' you callin' me
I know your hubby ain't givin' you no action
Well for one he's too damn masculine
He need to relax, and take some lessons on givin' you climax

All alone, it's like a dream's come true

Chorus (3x)

Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on

Tell me if you just want to get closer
Ya got the numbers on ya poster
And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that
My sensual intensity captivates
Ya gotta know ya body extractuates Juice
Ectasy is what I produce
Sweetie my virtues are never ever looser
I'm not the average Joe Schmo ya used to
This Jones and ma homes gonna hurt ya
Unless ya ready for the lecture
Tell me if you just want to get closer
I wrote the numbers on ya poster
And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that
Never ever bein ..... sweat
Ya'll never climax (echo)

Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby

Yeah, say what you feel, feel what you say
Don't hold back, just feel that way
Take the time and the time it takes
Baby you can justify ya aint got the time to waste
Speak up, Speak up its not the time to play
You know I, I want ya in a special way (special way)
special way (special way)
special way (special way)
special way (special way)
Ya know we need to make it happen like yesterday
Ya know, get it up and runnin like flow joe
We can kick it like they do up in the dodjo
And oh, if you aint ready this can go slow
But yo, if ya with it ya can let me know so

Tell me if you want some and you can just
(OOOOOOOH)

See ya sexy girl and also quite confident
You could sell goods and probably market it
Yo wots up with seven inches can I pocket it?
I wanna get ... ? ... s'your perogative
I bet ya need a lot to gets monotomous
Spittin' more games than an evangelist
Girl you know ya scandelous
I'm tryin to get a one on one monogamous
Lets look into it like an analyist
I'm thinkin bout (?) can u handle this
Take you back to the room with just a little touch
Touchin the zone thats erogenous
But thats enough we're really tryin to chill what up?
Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what?
Whats up? We can chill or what. Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what?

Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Come on baby (repeated until fade)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode Squad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out y'all
We gone' bounce around like this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah
Yo

First class
Full blast
Smash
Everything, women wiggle that ass
All my niggas analyse the color contrast
Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass
Hocus...Pocus...Focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
Now at dates we talk funny and floss money
Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny
Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage
Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge
Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max
Spendin my wax
I'm Feelin' one time
Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time
Regulate chickens I always come and take mine

Hook 1 (x2)
{Do It}
What It's All About
{Stop}
What it's all about

[Jay-Dee]
It's on now
We Worldwide
Yo crew what up
Yo
I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it}
Yeah that's the way it is nigga get your money {Do It}
Detroit the Metropolis
Supply why try ain't no stoppin' this shit
SV stay on top of this
If your not bloppin' this niggas poppin the {bleep}
It's all real
You know I ain't no approxamist
Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis
Get it
Who you die for
Get it
The proper shit
SV, Flipmode your not stoppin' this

Hook 2
Busta Rhymes: To My Nigga Jay-Dee
{What it all about}
Stop
{What it's all about}
Do it
{What it's all about}
Stop
{What it's all about}
Do it
{What it's all about}

[T3]
Yo
Live on wax
With the extra raps
See the S been doin' this shit since way back
Say that, when it comes to rap
We got a nack for that
And for that we brag
And so we rap
For this lucretive stack
Grippin the phat Caddilic
With the diamond back
If you was to ask me where it's at
Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats
On a real
Real Detroit rap
Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks
Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap
Don't write your own raps let somebody else do that
That's word up

Hook 1 (x2)

[Baatin]
We smack niggas
Cause niggas don't give a fuck
Frank nearly got em pity on these niggas for what
My nigga Dane working up the game he from Earth
Show these niggas how you get your money's worth
I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund
I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done
I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1
All around the world gave these suckers the runs
Call me Bizmal with the Pepto shit
I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate
Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit
Come on everybody let me see you get down
Come on everybody go to town

Hook 1 (x2)

[Busta Rhymes: Outro]
...Makin' you bounce
My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce
Busta Rhymes y'all makin' you bounce
It's Flipmode squad baby makin' you bounce
Niggas in the world, makin you bounce
All my Bitches in the world you know we're makin' you bounce
Yo,yo
Yo we makin' you bounce
Just shake your little ass girl makin you bounce

Hook 1 [To Fade]

Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Just rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Don't make no sense
You ain't gotta grab the microphone to pay your rent
It's too many, so-called MC's rappin
Put your shit down, you can't make it happen
Continue, to do what you do
So my crew can bring out the cool in you and you
Don't front on the S my man
What you do is thank God for the dammmmmn
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...
The S.V. clique, yeah we it
Turn around and say what? And to rhyme against
How dare when you front so {nigga} tell me what time it is
It's time to stop the whack rhymin and stop grabbin your {penis}
This is for the {niggaz} who get freaky with it
Cause it can get hectic, hectic
It get to the S.V. clique, rhymin's a fair connect
Soldier just move it, keep movin it
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...
This is the moment that you all been waitin fo'
The S is the {shit} c'mon, y'know
This is for the whack {niggaz} who don't know
That my crew is definitely the solid rock
Don't make a, young {nigga} pull out a glock
Cause my glock is my microphone
I had to put it down sometimes, what a {nigga} gotta do
To convince the masses this is the dopest crew
So when you criticize, you better make sure
Two thumbs is up, {nigga} what~?! I think you oughta
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, see forth and back back back

Yeah rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Rawwwwk to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

(Jay-Dee)
Yo, Hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee.
I'm a show you all how to emcee,
see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams,
i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team.
See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing for a dream,
i intervien like a case of gangreen.
Gain the green then exit the scene,
with a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jenes.
See i'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet,
and niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit.
Seen life aint a game it remains intense,
Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin a scent.
See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent,
feelin it, ya'll ass is read!

(Batian)
uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron,
hippocrates get steped upon, in the combat,
don't you come back until you waxed your song.
Your served at your war phat.
Your up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedk,
don't shoot till you see this, just sit back breeeeeath,
i got more where this comes from-from.
Jay-Dee, thee origional drum master,
you will never hit the best.
Fast or solw? It dosen't matter though T-3 times emcees callin the lap.
Ba-tian is the one whose in the tree of life,
hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight
grace can only come into the sight.
Soul power it ingites like the sun
SV dominates the industry for fun.
(Fun [fun] Fun [fun] Fun [fun] Fun)

(T-3)
yea, yea to the beat
yea, yea ya know it can't-can't stop
it can't-cant't quit
Stance answers put up your hands and fist,
for the band, and if ya can't stand
one of my man's dance sleeping on some sandman shit,(c'mon)
Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action.
Don't be standing like a grand-slam hit,(c'mon)
for the whole fam flippin on the hand-stand tip(c'mon)
We get the dough weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits,
before we go-go, we gettin on some damn-wham shit,
a-gainst, as for second hand brand kicks.
Rippin from the Beatdown to San Fran-sis to Japan land,
it's the br-and new, we keep movin like the trans am
do-do dont stop we can't can't quit, we can't-can't

one-two one-two

Chorus:
To fall in love,
with the things you do
don't sell yourself
to fall in love
with those things you do.

(T-3)
Lady's lovin my music is like some sex shit,
niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick.
run around the cornner to pick up the new shit,
toss this in the deck so niggas can catch rep.
I'm the motherfucker gripping the mic like it's a joke,
niggas fall in love with the music like its a hole.
Put donw your mic you lost your whole goal,
you take it to seriously like it's a gamble.
Fuck this rap shit i listen to classical,
in the studio you ask usual,of the
-my lyrical
-of bitches who you would know.
I'm out of this cause you wanna be below.
Yall niggas in love with the S,
Yall niggas in love with the S.

(Jay-Dee)
yeah, jetty man i see sometimes,
i sit and wonder when i think about these written rhymes.
How'd i get to the point constantly taking all my time?
Time i could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine.
Hopeing one day it comes around.
One day when i'm the nigga gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed
Getting the fuck out the ghetto, cause i'm tired of crime.
But it's a crime that i feel this fucking waste of time.
But sometimes i feel like this shit here is a waste of time, yours and mine.
To these niggas out here trying to rhyme.
Your reason for a better should of been genuine.
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind.
And for the love.

Yourself, yourself
(Chorus)

yo, one-two
word up, ah one-two, SV, word up, word up, alright.
Uh,uh,uh and to my nigga Jay-Dee uh, uh my nigga T-3 uh, oh
that nigga Batian uh, uh, thats my crew,
yo, uh, oh this going out to my nigga Bust-a,
and all my other motherfu-cka,
what up to all you trying to bust, us.
Trying to get down with us, cause we know you just mad as hell,
yo i'll give em the mic, ehhh! So niggas don't know that I am,
T-3 on the mic,
i do what i do what i like, to get down right tonight.
(cause?) Cause I get down tonight, yo
niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo alright.

some freestyle shit

Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey
What you say, get this money
If they say what you gon do today, just say
Hey I wanna get paid
Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat)

(T3)
We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank
Where the oops you loose the money its reali-tay
Never front on a click that you can't evaluate
See I got things out here I need to situate
I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint
People walking down the street untill they feet stank
I got accountants out here handling big thangs
As i slip into the crib wit the sashay
Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank
Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't

Chorus

(Jay Dee)
My man
You need to get back like the rebate
And bid he need to step up like the home plate
My man
Now what you know about the Great Lakes?
We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes
Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade
You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl
And bid his ride like a Harl-ey
Money make, a Ric, a Ric-o Suav-e, hey
Radio play the S like arcades
Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid
Celebrate the holidays wit the money
Aint about to wait so nigga stay away

Chorus

(Baatin)
Somebody said that radio would never ever play
Some of that Detroit, Motor City for play
Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll
countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball
I never thought that we would make it up this far
Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star
Detroit Motor City finest is who we are
This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat)
When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts
All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts
Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut
Another day, another buck, another slut
All I wanna do is get paid
Oak town dont stop, stop, stop

Chorus(2x)

Turn it up
New S-V

Chorus: (All)
Raise it up (*6X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)

[Jay-Dee]
I ain't about shit
Nope, what me dog
I don't floss nope
I ain't that nigga Jay dee uh uh
You ain't never seen me balling out at the bar right?
I don't rock my ice and bounce foreign cars
And my Rover ain't the hottest Rover you ever seen
That ain't a TV screen
It ain't sitting on eighteens dog
I aint gaining no green and my chain don't swing uh
I ain't doin my thing
I ain't doin a thing
I ain't got none of that dough with none of them cars
I ain't fucked none of them hoes in none of them bars
I don't smoke weed
I ain't use to mess with this three's
I ain't from the D
No I wasn't blessed with the beats
I don't be at the spot swinging my chain like this
Swinging my thing til these motherfuckers bang my shit
I don't sip 'Mo
I ain't never popped Cris'
This Rollie just don't look right sitting on my wrist huh?
Uh Uh wasn't me
Dip the Sean John
Sip the cham' Don
Shit you want some
I don't hold heat
Naw I ain't never caught a case
I don't know what titles to trace
I ain't as tight as they say
I don't ball out with my click at all
But I do show niggas how to spit this bar
Flow make the hoes put the dick to jaw
S-V beeyatch, What the fuck you thought?
What

Chorus:(All)

Raise it up (*8X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)

[T3]
Aight, Okay, yup it was me
Yes I must admit. It was that nigga T3
Yeah Yeah I did it
Okay blame it on me
Yeah I'm that nigga that's hitting bitches thas overseas
Yes I'm that motherfucker
Hot damn I'm a G
I'm the nigga who rip
I'm the one that emcees
Yeah. I'm that type of nigga talking trash up in your face
Okay it was me. I hit your girl up in your place
Place the bitch on the mat and sprayed the cum up on her face
Tell the chick to participate
She call me everyday
Anyway, I got a crew that always give you what you need
We don't hold it against you
If your crew ain't up to speed
See, we be them
We be them niggas S-V
You can do what you gotta do
You will never see three (three)

Chorus:(All)

Raise it up (*4X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)

[Baatin]
Maybe it's that nigga Titus
Maybe it's me
Maybe he's part of the group (the) S and the V
Maybe my name is Rasaul Rassi
Maybe I'm Christ?
Maybe the Sun
The One
Maybe I'm the nigga who pulled the gat first (maybe)
Pointed at the casket and blasted at the hearst
Niggas they front (hard). You just learning to roll the blunt (huh)
Been there (hehe), done that (nana)
I'm on that other shit
Gradually speeding out my body til I fell away
Maybe my crew is like an omen, from the great lake
Maybe I'm the first fish who bit at the bait (bait)
Catching a crab from a bitch on a blind date
Maybe it was Titus who paved the way
Maybe it was Titus who came to save the day
Maybe you like me. Maybe you don't. You give a fuck (fuck)
Probably with my crew that made you raise it up

Chorus:(All)

Raise it up (*8X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)

(fade out)

(singing) players

(T3)
It's the seven eighty-eight
DDT a, just like Jake The Snake
Actually, we don't participate
But if you do then I'ma see you at your Wake, (players)
Don't let the drama fluctuate, I don't wanna, I gotta, because it's snakes
Now where would we be at, if we let you do that
We'd probrably, be laying on our backs, (players)
Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack
I never would play myself out like that
But, um, I guess that's where you at, (players)

(Jay Dee)
(then I'ma play a game for ya)
What I'ma do is like uh
Cut out ya whole crew, cause ya crew likes to bite us
Y'all stick to freestyling cause y'all aint no writers
Trying to be some, (players) and can't play the game
See ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint
And won't be without SV (that's right) ya'll need to be smacked
Open hands and beat by these (players)

(Battin)
I could give a fuck about this shit
You all up in my face over some ho shit
Just come out
You wanna be wit my click, you must know, really
How wild I get, when I walk in the place saying,(players) Yes!, Yes!
There's some people who really wanna see the S
Personally, I could give a fuck less
Check ya lady, she's a groupie ho
Opening her coochie hole, fuck that ho,(players)
?
When you front, this is for ?, you(echo)

(Jay Dee)
Yo, Yo, you wanna be some (players)
And can't play this game
Ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint
And won't be without SV ya'll need to be smacked
Open hands and beat by these (players)

(T3)
Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack
I never would play myself out like that
But, um, I guess thats where you at (players)

(Baatin)
For me to hold you up
You think I really give a fuck...you, you, you, you and your crew
Y'all just some (players)

Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my click
What to do, what to do, what to do?
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

Baatin(Jay Dee)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Baatin levatatin up in the sky
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh,
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh,
SV, SV huh, uh

(Baatin)
One on one, havin some fun, in my master suite
Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece
You love it when my crew say we from the D
You love it when my crew say we work for apathy
I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me
Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees
Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualties
Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft
SV, we the type of crew that never fall off

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Baatin(JayDee)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (I said aight)
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'on, c'on

Jay Dee (eminem's voice from a Dj cut)
Say, (h-, huh)
My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn socks
Remastered it's the S of the Pad Lock
Been makin money, I been had a fat knot
Been loopin up the shit to make ya head nod
You say (wh-,what) my jam knocks
You can hear me coming off the damn blocks
Since a kid I aint never played wit damn blocks
And I was never ever known to cock block
Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked
Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn glock
You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks
These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock
Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock
Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big blocks
We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop
Rock and rule niggas like my man Mop
So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You can say the S is the soul shock
The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked
When devinous cats used to pop locks
I steal, when I used to pop locks
The S twist shit up like a dred lock
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You say (w-what) my jam knocks
So keep ya

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

Baatin(T3)

T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)

(T3)
It's like again y'all
uh huh, uh huh, one, two
It's like again y'all
uh huh, uh huh, one, two
It's like makin money's critical
Rhyme written, lyrical
Some emcees will never know
what we keep on giving and
Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering
Y'all niggas to the fall
And I aint forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like
Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shit
Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shit
Know who you fuckin wit
Never fuck around with the click
Don't fuck around wit the click
You might get ya melon split
Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two
It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two, it's like

Chorus

[JayDee]
You look and stare
I see you took it there
Wassup wit'chu?
Hey, wassup wit'chu?
What you gon' do? (gon' do)
You want me, don't you? (you want me, don't you)
I know you do (I know you do)
Yeah, I want you too (I want you too)
You wanna do me
I know it's me
Yeah, I know it's me
I hope it's me
See, when you noticed me (noticed me)
I noticed you (I noticed you)
Shoo, you say, "Whattup?" (You say, "Whattup?")
Whattup wit'chu? (Whattup wit'chu?)
The things you do, and who you do it to
Fuck what u do, I'm seein' you
I know it's good for you (Good for you)
It's just for you (It's just for you)
It's just for you (It's just for you)
It's just for you (It's just for you)
It's just for you
It's just for you
It's just for you

[T3]
Don't need a chick
To be my chick
If you gon' be my chick
Then be my chick
Don't talk no shhh (Talk no shhh)
Who you wit'? (Who you wit'?)
Oh, you wit' him? (Oh, you wit' him?)
Then pack your shhh (Then pack your shhh)
I guess it's meant
For us to split
It must be meant
For us to split
I'll be the man (I'll be the man)
To understand (To understand)
I'll understand (I'll understand)
I'll be the man (I'll be the man)
See, what you do
It's up to you
It's up to you
What you do
It's up to you (It's up to you)
It's up to you (It's up to you)
It's up to you (It's up to you)
It's up to you (It's up to you)
It's up to you
It's up to you
It's up to you

[Baatin]
Smile in my face to show me they nice
But behind my back, yo you be bringing the wack stuff
When you say {undecipherable}
You be on my diznick
Do that dance trick
Nah, everything you do, you fall back
Girl you lack, cuz you be bringing the wack stuff
The f?...bitch running his mouth
I ain't saying nothing, troop you making up
But you want my mmm...
And you want my mmm...
Girl, you want my mmm...
I want your clit
In a special way (A special way)
A special way (Special way)
A special way (Special way)
A special way (Special way)
A special way (repeat 8x's then fade out)

[T3]
Everytime you try to do what you can
To get the ass, it's part of the plan
You settin it up, you buyin her stuff
You do it for the love cause you bucklin up
MacNicholas, Muh-Fuck ready to,
The S gin-u-ine, you invision the grind
She's already wit it, you just wanna dine
See now I'm going for mine
Plus to tell the truth y'all
It's been a long time, this chick got me settin up the abbeyance
If you ask me, yo it's time to get down
I turn up the music, get some bass in my sound
Quick dash to the bathroom cologne me down
Now, it's time to relax
Back on the scene that's, MackNicholas mack
Tell her the place to be is the place where she's at
She's feelin relaxed, my hands on her,
I'm feelin up this chick I'm feelin up her flap jacks
Got a page from her girl said let me call Sha ne' back
Sha' ne said, "I had to leave the kids back at the flat girl"
So she just pull up the, had to go and thats wack

Jay Dee (SV):
Yo check it out yo, follow
Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens
C'mon
(2x)(Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens)
(Felatio)

[Jay Dee]
You shouldn't'a gave me a huh
In the first place
You should have put up the guard, since the first date
I know that it's hard, but it's not the worst case
I told you straight from the starts
That I was thirst-ay
For more than just one or two
Shit, two or three, can do
Much more than just one could do
Listen, it's good for ya health
Cause you know I aint the one to
Repeat myself (5x) .......
Yo yo why you playa hatin?
I knew it was a reason for the separation
Girl said you told her that I was a super,
See I aint even know, that you could stoop so low
What the fuck you over here fo'
What, the girl she in the room what, there's the door
I'll tell her that you came and that you said hello
What up

JayDee(SV):
Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens
C'mon
(2x)(Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens)
(Felatio)

[Baatin]
I wonder what happened to my nigga, cock block
I hate to see ya young ox, but up in a box
He became a dread cause he had a lock
On the flock in the place all on my jock
Cause I had grace
Told Cock Block he could hop many women
Upon them never ever release your semen
Upon them is a materialized demon
Illustrious, succubus, do not trust
She see you when you coming
She know you wanna bust
Now she got you sippin on the clitorus, juice
Some of them juices is poisonous, juice
Shoulda took notes, when the master spoke
Places in the pussy, you can provoke
You got what you want
Your soul is ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost

T3(SV)
Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens
C'mon
(6x)(Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens)
(Felatio)

(Jay Dee and T3)

Ay yo yo yo, and ya don't stop(3x)

Go Ladies(5x)
Ay yo, y'all just rehearsing, rehearsing, re- a re-a re- rehearsing,

(T3)
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo,
Get this shit
She on our list as a lady to hit
She's kinda thick, I'm getting wit quick
Yo hit me up nine, seven, six
Thugs look to her, just like that
I see you in the corner, I like, yeah I like that
See, ho, yo, me and you girl, goin on yo
Come to my crib lets get in some bizznesss
Wit me, what you wanna do, nigga named 3
It's gotta be, like that, like it's gotta be
This girl aint tryin to be funky
This is how I do it ay yo, yo
This is for the ladies ay yo, yo let me get funky
Just like soul
I get on the mic and drop a flow
Just so, so y'all, niggaz might know
About this lady, I tell you this one
She lookin good she gon get done
I swear to God, c'mon, let me tell you sumt'n
(T3 laughing in the background)

Go Ladies(11x)

(Jay Dee)

Ay yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Do It
Yo c'mon everybody get down wit us, us, us
We make the music sound marve-luh-us
Conant Gardens nigga, scand-a-luh-us
I got something waitin for you vanda-luh-us
It's in a stash box, for who wantin my stuff
That be scoopin up them ladies like a spach-e-lour-uh
Knowing damn-well I aint no bach-e-luh-uh
Who gives a, I aint askin ya, uh,
As long as she aint fat I can handle her-uh
Yo just foolin wit ya, yo this for the ladies, ay yo, yo
It feels good clap ya hands to the sound of uh-us
C'mon everybody get down wit uh-us
C'mon everybody get down, check it out

Go Ladies, go ladies, go ladies, go ladies (check it out)
Go Ladies, go ladies (check it out) , go ladies, go ladies

(Baatin)

I could picture you girl, in the back
Naked in my crib girl, so what's up?
You can see me, you can see me chillin in my black Puma
Ladies coming down my nutz-it-cuz, cuz
I never sweat it cause I know who they want
See we super-duper-duper, to the, Range Ro-va
Conant Gardens, Mac, Nic N-n-n-n-,Nic
Always making the ladies move and groove is my motive
The joint is on the scene and it's as long as a locomotive
When I'm on the Mic I never give up, up, up ,up
Make moves, make moves, make moves, yo check it out
All the ladies in the place if you got big breasts, breasts
Come over to my place we can play "chess"

Go Ladies(16x)

Ooooohweeeeee ohyeah all right
Go Head (5x) Ooooohweeeeee wooo, c'mon girl, c'mon girl