that's when we fall in line we got the beat we got the beat we got the beat yeah we got the beat everybody get on your feet we know you can dance to
started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we beat
[Chorus] A little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit
a friend kill himself over some bitch Who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday But I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with scam I got
KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other be stealin them [Vigilante] You got
nigga made good Came up quick to the hideout Wait until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out While we waited we all got fried out
-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood'll neva learn Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm When I'm on ah mission for my setty Pick
1O chrome Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your shit 'Cause once again, it's on to the dome with a fifth of (Burb) My wig to the curb, so we swerve And
everbody got that jam that make you get up wanna boogy to the beat now. And if it wasn't for the drums and the strings and the lyrics that we sing what
change So all that's left is for us to exchange I got a call from Laquesha and some of her nieces Saying it's about six or seven dime pieces We can
inside the beast in his belly for six days Cause they solutions is institutionalize All the game made millionaires would choose to survive Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to these beats
ummm hmmm R. Kells cop three in the shack, Sean Paul hit the back and never came back You know we beat till the early mornin Daylight come and now we
get the bottles poppin? when they play my song, hey Mission three, got my three best friends Like we do it all the time we could do it again, hey Mission four, got
Tell 'em get the bottles poppin? when they play my song Mission three, got my three best friends Like we do it all the time, we gon' do it again Mission four, got
nigga You know the name nigga Beat the ice bur jeans the ice chain nigga And if I got beef I let the whole world know it So if you got beef let the whole
at the getaway spot in a jiffy Leave all the does behind that act iffy We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side retreats under six feet
