[Intro: Juan]
Whoo! Whattup Billy Nix?
Yeah, it`s your man Juan!
Yeah (yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh) Street Lord Mafia
It`s your man Juan, The Real Me
Go get that, in stores everywhere
This a monster kid (yeah) whattup Kino?
{No, talent, rappers! <- KRS-One, repeat 4X}
Whattup Bo? Yeah, yeah, spit sixteen
Yeah, alright.. yeah
[Verse One: Juan]
I fell in love with hip-hop, I wanna rap cousin
That`s when he gave me a brick, told me wrap some`n
Crack some`n, act some`n, pack some`n, stack some`n
Gat some`n, back stuntin, don`t make me clap some`n
I tell niggaz once, then I`m back bustin
Gats dumpin, that`s nothin, pass me the bag young`n
I beat niggaz bloody - weak niggaz swear they thugs
`til they mugs full of blood, they say J nutty
We never rock bottom, I`m on the block whylin
Flock niggaz stock pilin, squads out the drop clownin
On my 7-digit, bitch you will never get it
Spittin like that, I`m in the kitchen writin raps
with the cheddar sittin, by the glocks and the grams
and the box of seran, in the bakin soda vision
where pots and the pans, rockin a slab
Niggaz swear they the shit `til they rottin in a bag
[Chorus: Royce]
{No, talent, rappers! - repeat 8X}
You hearin the beat nigga
Real niggaz here witchu Juan
Cutty, Mack, me, Five, Nine
Nigga streets is mines...
Ride out! C`mon, c`mon
Yeah, the M.I.C.! Yeah, regardless
Yeah, yeah, street BOYS!
[Verse Two: Royce Da 5`9]
Yeah, I`m in the drop with the top up with cash
Mashin the pot with the glock in the stash
You boxin you possibly got you a shot in yo` ass
Dropped in a box in the trash
Chopped into pieces, stabbed with the top of you leakin
Feet from the opposite half of you reekin
Cops with they badges, keep `em
I stock `em for cheap (yeah) charges get dropped
quick as I could get knocked then I`m back on the streets
The untraceable track, mop and the bleach (yeah)
It`s a check if he gets on it, spits on it
Wreckin the next nigga destined to flip on it
For that paper with the dead presidents on `em
Best flow nigga put yo` neck and your wrist on it
A soldier be rollin for dolo, for dollars
Yo` flow to mines is, like a Rover to and Impala
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Cutty Mack]
In a spot in a lab - and killin niggaz
is somethin that`s probably tagged on a block with the mag
While the track spittin mad, killin whole staffs
Whip opponents, I`m choppin the whole car in half
I`m a gangsta nigga, if I can`t care nigga
Shank a nigga, make a nigga shakin `til he skatin in a
ambulance with the sirens off, in the Benz whippin off
Let my little young`ns take the tires off
Real hip-hop (snitches get dropped)
Cocaine, get rock, operation skip watch
I spit it street cause it`s in me
I know Death is Certain so I merk a nigga `fore he merk me
Niggaz act silly, `til you catch `em sizzling
Put the semi-slugs in `em `til he shit and pissin Remy
I`m a nut punk, bust pump, snatch trunks
Mashed up, smack chumps, look at `em like AND WHAT!
[Chorus]
{No, talent, rappers! - repeat 4X}
