All the way to motherf**kin georgia

To tennessee

To motherf**kin texas

To north motherf**kin carolina

Yeah south f**kin carolina

Yeah deep down gritty alabama

Funk for your funkin a** ni**a

Ha ha barefoot walkin motherf**kers

Yo guess whos bout to stomp tonight

Three seniors rockin the mic catchin misdemeanors

So charge us with what-what-ever you feel

Balls of steel clappin those with rap deals

F**k hot I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ

Battle bout airing your a** out

So whos dropping sh*t on what day my clicks the greatest

Chill or feel the effect of hi-atus

Sh*t shuts down when the squads around

It gets thinner its hexed like white man from town

Three the hard way can't be touched

My styles too faraway to capture even with help from nasa

I'm what they call a living legend sha-pow

Thats what they call a mac-11 sha-pow

Theres two on the way down blaow blaow

Heres two more blaow blaow ni**a

Is yall niggaz down to ride (man listen)

Would you kill for your life (man listen)

Can you get busy all night (man listen)

(hah hah ) (man listen)

Yo-yo-yo yo yo yo

I got the down south funk when I clown out punk-a**

Police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps

I short your blaupunkts if you thump my tape

Yo dial funk if you're mo stiff than rikers isle bunks

Get out your seat e spit out the beat

The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets

From baldies to fades when I rock mcs wave

More flags than puerto rican day parade

And give up I got the rare footage of fiends walkin

Barefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook it

You might fall in to intervene

And new jacks and they girl become pookie and that prom queen

That bodybag won't fit you tonight

You wanna blow up drop the mic stick to the pipe

Hand to hand my crewll cripple your click in a fight

Take my tapes way down south and triple the price

Step up on the scene like whazzup hey sugah

Before you cock-tease doc how that cash put up

And only way I stop til your click say when

They had enough cause I could bump to six a m

Is yall niggaz down to ride (man listen)

Would you kill for your life (man listen)

Can you get busy all night (man listen)

(yo yo-yo) (man listen)

My life is a rap each song is a flashback

Of antagonizing anxiety attacks

The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks

Niggaz be like oh no not them yeah we back

With rhythmatic articulation god-forsaken

Sick manifestations pump pump in your face then

The lyrical force that I put in a rhyme

Will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme

No matter who what when where how Ill lay you down

With a sick illed out fictitious style

Yo we all represent the hood -- the only difference

Between us is that we make the sh*t look good

Programmable annual slammable

You _lyte as a rock_ and _i cram to understand you_

So for niggaz on a mission kissin a** and dissin

We get even like an ambixdeterous man listen

Is yall niggaz down to ride (man listen)

Would you kill for your life (man listen)

Can you get busy all night (man listen)

(man listen)

Is yall niggaz down to ride (man listen)

Would you kill for your life (man listen)

Can you get busy all night (man listen)

(man listen)