Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see [A.G.] The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot) So bear witness (Repeat 2x
GOTTA GO SO! on and off but the ending yet stick around cos the zeeko gots the sound Chorus 1: jeepers, creepers, it's the Sound of the Zeekers x2
, then that's a fly stitcher If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out [Royce Da 5'9"] I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box Stay
t even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*) I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon
car, Im sippin on barre, TV VCR with the star she come through, she know that I got car Ima do I got to show the 6 X 9 gots to show watch that boy be
your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you can long dick hip
seen no chicks like mine, You ain't seen no flicks like mine, Bet I make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6x9's. Tell me that you like it raw,
aint seen no chicks like mine, you aint seen no flicks like mine, bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6x9's. tell me that you like it
10, 9, 8, 7, 6 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Never scared to be different The impossible's put into existence For instance, this is me What did you expect from the 5
will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that
But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my
Street 1, 2, Sigel comin' for you 3, 4, I'm 'bout to kick in your door 5, 6, man, I want those bricks 7, 8, you gon' give up dat weight 9, 10, I'll
nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Boom boom, blowin up, blowin up is the outcome [Chorus 2X
Rob] Well let me put it like this All this fools talkin' shit all the time I was 16 wit the bullet representin' the 6-1-9 But this fools couldn't take
your pussy's sweet like candy And you be havin niggas down to be down like Brandy Well what I wanna know are you a freak? Can we bust a 6 9 in my back
Was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo Everybody rap, though they hood was compton And the wolves yelled (oww) with 6 x 9's rockin
do ya thang you know what I'm talkin' bout Shawty I'm just (tryna make a jug) [x2] Shawty I'm just (tryna make a jug) [x2] First you get the money Then
going to get fucked up It's kill or be killed Get buck or get fucked up, nigga 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time Follow my, ghetto commandments