Poverty's

Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone, VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me

Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya
Clapping ya hands now we must say errah!
For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh meercy!
It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me! It's Jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights skip the cameras we haul action in.
Its Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again.
Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
Even when in Texas with no gear troopin'
That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin'
Breakdown feel the party
Put your hands together everybody
All the ladies in the house I call the honies first
Cause it's pure and ya sure, sure ta get your money's worth
So just...

CHORUS
Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [4X]
Clap Yo Hands
To all my people on the left, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"
And in the front don't stop, "Clap To This"

And to those other mc's: Naughty By Nature fall? Nigga please!
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry
Awaits the new recital
I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title
In their face cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack!

So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop and I'm VinRock.
I'm holdin' down the fort around my block
I reign in this game jackin'other people's props
Many crews only stress me
Petty fools try to test me
Very few impress me, bless me
I sneeze upon the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap
Fact: Naughty niggas will never be defeated
Come and try word God, word to life, I put that on the double I.

CHORUS
Clap Your Hands This Evening. Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [2X]
Clap Yo Hands

According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'.
Hey! Kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins
Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? well nigga listen
Clap long and steady til your palm's sore & sweaty
Started cutting more than petty confetty
Right after I said bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany papa's machete
hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot,
Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot
Still chill I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight
Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying alright
ah-ight? - the party is tight
Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front cause the wall
won't fall
I might make moves and motions
Start a crammed commotion
Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion
Remember freestyles where freebies
systems still sound like CB's, leat tracks leave them wheaties
I'm greedy, can't see me
Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes
Watch my smoke now why choke
Sly stroke get by nope now negro
You were, dead-ass wrong
Head too strong
Now here's your zero
We can get deep like way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
That Naughty click clan to make you clap your hands!

CHORUS
Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all Say It's Alright [4X]
Clap Yo Hands
To all my people on the left, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"
And in the front don't stop, "Clap To This"

Life is a roll like the dice and you know? [3X]
Do you wanna play?
Now if you, base out and ace out
Ace is an ass out
Also an ass whip
You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan
They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they
hard to
beat bustin' out two jeeps there's Tracy, tricky and trickin' chokin'
nuff
chicken she's burnin' and when that chick is broke that bitch is
stickin'
up the block is for the hoe no another pro hoe she pick pockets when she
rocks it it ain't no loot out on that hoe stroll on block five ya catch
a
fever and get no breather either beat it or break it to break it down
thrw
it I need it look for trips yeah the triplets cause that's the hit click
and on down is a pick up cause it's a stick-up on the freak tip, just
when
you think things were looking messy she lives six houses on the leffy
her
name is sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice
Sexy
dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.

123rd the block'll splatter ya cap's catch ya they batter ya niggas
stretch even scavengers breaking fool like Attica stolen glock and he
know
holding spots from below primos for them g notes rolling rocks in kilos
ci-lo is the set up poppy's rockin and poppin' ya 123rd kids fuck up
bank
jackings like Joshua snake what wakeup or bake up pay up or break up
you're on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up pimpin
ain't
easy but if ya mac you'll be the largest so if he asses out he got no
hoes
just three new charges ass and face up in the cut look who dodges wait
the
case is open and shut fuck garages and everyone on the strip is more
than
one time offenders and they trusting the roll like they trustin' public
defenders you see 'em don't want to be 'em hope ci-lo free 'em I'm
schemin' a fuckin' demon after per diem I'm leaving sometimes this
evening
yeah in The PM not even wit attitude rude cause fool I'm geein' a
crafter
after a billing not asking on ya the master mackin' a million tax-free
from this corner.

Intro: Vin Rock, Treach

Hup, yeah Guess who's back?
Hup, hup, Naughty By Nature's in the house Guess who's back?
settin off the 19Naughty4/ Naughty5 flavour Guess who's back?
Word up, this is how we do things Guess who's back?
Uhh

Hook: (x2)

Cos it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang

Verse 1: Vin Rock, Treach

Hup
Get up, get up but don't push me
cos I ain't mooshy mooshy, you can't mash me
You chocolate bastard with your smile, your face looks ashy

Sendin detrip witta free trip to blast out outer
See this, cos I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings

Meanin I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
So fuck fear you fear-fuck, one jerk I'll make your head hurt

The punani, they're making pairs perk, who'll dare flirt
I get kitty's from your city, just near where your mans work

I be on that ass like ol' mole, turnin your whole show slow-mo
Cos you're too good to corroso

I'm on and off so you know my shit ain't partial
Pardon me, packin arsenals, takin knees and nostrils

Our style is savagery, you try to be the badder G
You ain't even the man, you just the filling, where's the cavity?
Father be grabbin it, gravity, have the gravity grabbin
Actually after we nigga naturally have to meet

Hook (x4)

Verse 2: Treach

One check to the chin and you'll be bust quicker than liquor
Aw shit, pop her chain and lock her rock, a city slicker
Slick a rhyme, kick or vick her, knock her without a popper
I take the cake, took the chain but left the lock up
Love me or leave me, hate me or like me
Might be gettin feisty, fuck yeah I'm sheisty
Shit yeah, I fit there, *?sqwin?* your shit wear
You're a trick until you niggered me a bitch without liquid
Some thank me for puttin the hanky in panky
Slappin stanky like lightning, stickin Yankees like Benjamin Franky
Fuck buyin kitty cases and city lights
Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
But then I'm into what you bitches is sayin
So I wasn't really feelin on her ass, I was just massagin her brain
The objects that I learned from the projects
Try Treach I bet, and get your throat choked like my necks

Hook (x2)

Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

My mind thinks right, ????, pick snipes, don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger
At any *?prejudice Presley?*, now I got more snipes than Wesley

Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the best
The rusty monks or ???? who tried to fuck me
But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit

Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas
Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm summin
There's a party and I'm out and guess who's comin

Hook (x4)

Outro: Vin Rock, Treach

Hup, hup, yeah niggas

It's all about a slang bang
Doin this shit lyrically on wax
and gettin paid for it
Word up, we don't care where you're from
Everybody can get down with the slang bang
We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........

Intro:
Check it out. I heard this track right here and I kind of felt a lil'
somethin'. You know. It took my mind some place it ain't been.Search deep
into another world. So I'm trying to figure out what make this world go
round. For real. People are stressin'.

Treach:
Oh how oh how come everytime we have problems they nix none
Sending people to other plants when they still ain't fix this one
Victims from a distance prections of affliction
Some faction cause frictions fractions need fixinng
Mixing making music man to make it work
Some sticking shakin' bruisin' damn just ta brake a purse
It's worse misguided some guttered locked on the block
Cause the cops can't be trusted
Busted trusted frustrated frustrations of no more patience
Insides are cold and vacant check how we lay it
Why when we speak they try to stifle our breath
Cock a rifle to chest
Then ya have the party of your life at your death
Oh I wanna know I wanna know
Oh why, oh why is it the good that have to go
And they tell us that's just how this life goes
So I look at the kids and wonder where their life might go
Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks
We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit
Just the people in it and the scavengers who function
Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions
And getting maybe a tad bit too deep to follow
But the black form is strong and far from being hollow
Why do we get so much into this Freeing Willy
When Willy is already free
He and them ain't doing shit to free my city
And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty
That's when the gritty gets grimy and the wicked gets witty
So much pain on the brain can't restrain
Place the comma too much drama but I'll bleed to please my momma
So I'm a strive to perfection leave pride in slum sections
Keep wit my crew and make all due connections

Hook:
But but but but but that's what makes the world go round
The axis like a carouse

Treach:
Oh how the ways?
Nowadays baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple
From the cradel to the killa leaving corspe and cripples
A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun
Our kids days are up even if they ain't stray ones
You lay one or two on the more now the merrier the day's dumb
When crews war and now streets get scarier cops hit blocks saying we'll
beat 'em
Into freedom then we feel robbed like there's no God
When we need him
So we act accordingly cause we dont' see enjoyment
The only line ofbusiness I'm offered is unemployment
So we gots to get ours and ours gotta get it
And it is what it be so see that I'm with this
Media haas us believin' they hype
Don't pull out ya new shoes cause only the bad news is good news
Farrakahn wants us to take the streets back time to take it
Before our whole race is stripped naked

Hook

(Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Where's that cat? Here kitty, kitty, kitty)

Intro/Chorus:

Honey, um, yes, um
take me to the crib and get naughty, um
*repeat*

Verse 1: Treach

Are those bullets in ya bra or are your nipples glad to see me
Been wishin since I'm three now I'm finally seeing a genie
Open that kitty, pretty, let me write it in graffitti
Ya name sunshine, baby, been known by the glow in your panties, sweetie
Your poonany is screaming 'Feed me' so please me, uh
Free me, don't tease me, touch your toes and kiss your knees, ease
up in it, not minutes try sections of half 'n' hours
We'll be on every end of your house like it was ours
And you ain't gotta suggest respect sunshine, can't get less
I'll affect every part that your man neglects
I've been observing how your curving
Campaigning for a serving now see, I got that pretty kitty purring

Chorus

Hook:

One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time with the sun
One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time in the city

Verse 2: Treach

Are you in the easy cat or kitty category? What's the story?
You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me?
Adore me, don't let that cat catch your tongue
One time wit sunshine and that snatch could catch you strung
Don't wanna wish to hear you sing, wanna know I heard ya sung
Here's one free vote for C notes and loose tongues
I'm here, you knock em off but you start with your boots on
A party wit the body, lordy, where only two comes
And the truth is smoked boots is the proof
Once tight socks stretched loose and condoms on the roof
Hittin steep and ain't complete til the kitten sleeps
between the sheets, now our Naughty emblem is written deep

Chorus

Hook:

One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time with the sun
One time with the sunshine

Verse 3: Treach

Lady, I crazy and underrated, can't be test of faded
Blowing up the spot like that ass just detonated
Spouting out sperm, not spaded out, wit my worm I waited
The hotty hair was knotty, a perm and she mighta made it
plus she had a shitty attitude so no alarm
On a scale o' one ta damn she was a yawn
Darn, wit most it ain't no speaking after freaking
a number one, more weekend in between meetings
But sunshine was pretty as Puerto Ricans, so that thought went down wit the
sunset
Now you wanna know how naughty can one get
Get strapped up like the Mad Hatter, lips between hips like Mick Jagger's
Do some cabin stabbin like a dagger
Just cool, let's wet up the pool and rub-a-dub
Trade your dud for a stud, bustin more than suds in a tub
So I love it when ya let it get it
Get thirsty like a dry reservoir, never sore when I wet it
Say pathetic but I say sunshine is super, put that poonany on the roof
and that shine might wake the roosters, so I'm thru til I scoop her
One time with the sunshine

(Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Damn, where's that cat?)

Verse 1: Treach

My thoughts are thundering, tumblin
Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies
Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu
Witta chain representing penitentiaries
from Roman town to Borentown
From Newark to Illtown
And all you know from
lifers, Rikers ta foesome
Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow
I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing
From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up

Chorus:

Jersey niggas are the craziest
New York niggas are the craziest
DC niggas are the craziest
Philly niggas are the craziest
LA niggas are the craziest
Chi town niggas are the craziest
Texas niggas are the craziest
Utah niggas are the craziest

Verse 2: Vin Rock

My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you
get bust
You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough
I'm puttin it down on the real end
This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz
and we feel that we build careers of steel
So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find
thinkin
Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin
The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty
Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
They don't begin wit no lying professor
they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan
wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands

Chorus:

Detroit niggas are the craziest
Miami niggas are the craziest
Little Rock niggas are the craziest
Oak Town niggas are the craziest

Verse 3: Treach

I got barbarians to bogard me in
at a club that barred me when
a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls
Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi
Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick
Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit
Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit
If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it
I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit
Fuck astronauts I rock it
and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets

Chorus:

Cleveland niggas are the craziest
Virginia niggas are the craziest
Kentucky niggas are the craziest
St. Louis niggas are the craziest
Atlanta niggas are the craziest
Maryland niggas are the craziest
San Diego niggas are the craziest
Seattle niggas are the craziest
Boston niggas are the craziest
Illtown niggas are the craziest
Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
Jersey City niggas are the craziest
All my Newark niggas are the craziest

Righ about now, I think it's time you explained to everybody
the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck, aight!

(Yo, yo this Puff Daddy Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representin Davenport
the experimental prison, y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life
1-18)

Verse 1: Treach

Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds
Many snap in a trap now new minds explode
Learn the ability to find their goals
Locked in a facility where time is froze
God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt
They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work
So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome
Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
Bars and cement instead of help for our people
Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel
Tryin to flee the trap of this nation
Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks
They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
Serving most of my brothers another football number
Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom
Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep
reading
I'm here to explain the chain remain the same
maintain for the brothers and sisters locked

Chorus: The chain remains
*repeat x4*

(Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back
the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy)
(Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort
Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997,
later)

Verse 2: Treach

Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled
We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent
hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted
How many more times of this humiliation?
How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
this nation
that we supposed ta have since birth
but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first
And that's all they offer us
Ain't that right Mr Officer?

Chorus (x10)

(This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
Cleveland and Illtown)

Verse 3: Treach

Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?
While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it
I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn
pens
Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired
the days of the riots ain't retired
But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers
til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya
The chain remains til we uprise
Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive
and I hope this don't suit ya, some work
like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
And that's when the cost is the man within
And we're just as lost as the land we in
Some balst, some based and some dropped down
and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
And it's been happenin so much
that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now

Chorus (x5)

(This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118.
Get out in '96)
The chain remains (Peace then!)
(This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now
I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin
is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers
who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we
definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!)

Outro:

Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
I was locked down wit in Borentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
and I'm out!!

PS] Flash,
Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private
e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend
Peace out,
MM

You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
lyrically splittin dismissin
I'm on a mission of just hitting
now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens
I'm missing wishing man listen
I glisten like sun and water while fishing.
Bust the move and then swerve
Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word
Damn, you nerd man, you heard
Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are
full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get
Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really

1-So here we go now,
Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow

Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching
Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin.
On nothin splittin things that's bitten
And gettin written off
Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
(rpt 1, 1)

The flow pro poetical with skills only
A vet'll know better know where's
The wetter flow that'son point like
Decimals manhandlin new crews
Partying with the Zoo Crew
Looking for the pink in poo poo.
I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina
Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam
We bust plus we're the party
Amateur damager managin damagin mics
Men and even mannequins.
You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again?
Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho
The way I show you pray I flow
Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time
To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang
(rpt 1, 1)

Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat
The beat the break into boogie
Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies
All we wanna know is if your body wanna party
It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody
So hip up and split up get up
Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up
No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up.
Shakes shows until they fizz up
Rizz up like your with us if not zip up
You lip up whip up.
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
We come back cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like Noah in fact and for ya
If we was back in the days with the Drifters
We would've been known as the Flowers
Bevin these since the seventies
Find me so we went crazy in the eighties
So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties
Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties
So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty.
(rpt 1, 1)

CHORUS
It's workin', It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily
routine sweeps.
It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a
addict.
When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds, grab
the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction
to the new episode.
With the Double I countin' down to explode.
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the
core
everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess
it's going' down, not now, right now.
So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine
fanny,
I miss my mammy.
And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny
that's
my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're
still family.
Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might
wind
up doing that same old cruddy shit.
Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin',
buckshottin', your ass is shot.

CHORUS
It's workin', It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can
I
know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this
African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and
Stayed
cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy
be
a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in
the
streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style
that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit
cancel
Christmas won't stop this slick shit


CHORUS
It's workin', It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my
illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try
some
butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool
head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin'
house
done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack
taht
ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
layin' there flat as a flapjack

We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear
these
and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't
be
caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill

man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker
way
beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
to
go on until you're up and gone

When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with
my
friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for
hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of
ten

scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust
check
out us Illtown niggaz rock

Intro:

Oh, oh hell yeah
(*police sirens, car screeches*)
(alright we don't want any problems here. y'all just break it up) five-0
(just, just) say what? (go on home)
(we don't wanna take anybody in. we don't wanna give any citations
I ain't goin nowhere, i ain't goin nowhere
(ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music)
Fuck that we havin fun (turn, i want the music turned off)
Ain't nobody doin nuttin, ain't nobody doin nuttin (right now!)

Verse 1: treach

From stank booties wit cooties
The finest head is hoochie's
Bunta, change your name from kunta
Still wouldn't do that shit that you say, who play
With that hoopla hooray, who say? what? who try?
You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry
The moral of the story, niggas handling it
Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit
Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy
Niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres wait!
You don't wanna start a riot
Cos they won't jack shit, get quiet til half the fucking force is fired
Done em boys now dem unemployed
See them on orange street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to
Get corduroy
Boy the son of tory, a tray hot hole
She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle
Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic
We're coming, fuck a summons, so long as illtown rocks it, you can't stop
It

Chorus:

Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound don't worry now cos they found illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now!

Interlude:

(this is car number 5-0
We have no control over the situation
We are now dispersing
We advise the mayor be moved immediately
My god, at least 1500 people are marching straight for city hall)

Verse 2: treach

To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject
What's left of your respect? a bag of shit, did you see yet?
I'll g it like viet-nam bomb, so be it
Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it
Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo
Hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly illtown and zoo crew
The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport
They scam sports while illtown and newark stand fort
We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us
They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their assholes and lassoed
We just break down and boogie oogie oogie
A shoutout ta ski, steve pedro, gutta and mookie
We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin
Even if the city won't give us permission
Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not fuck around and try ta shut
Us down
We'll find out who run this town

Chorus:

Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry cos they found illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, pound the sound!

Verse 3: treach

The sound, the sound, i found the sound, a pound around
Around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down
Because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom
In ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon
As we zoom pass one tellin me chillin's a felony
Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy
Apparently i am politically overpowered, they can't touch this
We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest
So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this
But funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit
That same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew
Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo
You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then
Cos we straight holdin fort like them indians
You talk that i'll lock you up for loitering
You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin

Chorus:

Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
Just pound the sound, pound the sound