Verse One: Dray, Skoob
Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo)
Piggity-presto, who these cats on this stereo? (Das EFX)
Our record spin round and round like a merry-go
Here we go, riggity-raw as it ever was
Diggy Das blow the spot, shine forever, cuz
Stayin' pro (what?), never rock with the same flow
My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow
Eh, yo, (yo) Boogie Bang what the deal, son?
For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun?

Yo, if my record company fail, I'm gonna need bail (why?)
Flippin' on coach like Latrell Sprewell
My cats go for broke off blowin' weed sales
Can't see my ten-gauge, you're gonna need Braille
Like Lee nails, cats is fake, I snap and break
they biggity-back and neck, crack the safe
Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divy it up
Not givin 'em "what," just gimme ya cup
We're livin it up, my crew get buck and bury singers
Shows get wild like Jerry Springer's, ice on all the fingers
Frost-bitten, me and my dog spittin'
New York shittin', politic-in', so yo just

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So yo set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(Like that) I'm rollin' with full contact, c'mon
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(Like that) I'm rollin' with full contact

Verse Two: Dray, Skoob
'Cause I'm too nice, rock and blue ice
Just like Ferrari, runnin' thru lights
My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness
Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this
Look at this, straight Gz, you can tell it's dope (kid)
In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope
Smell of smoke (uhh), wreck the mic, make sure it's broke
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My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway
The thug way, miggity-Monday to Sunday

Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots
stay hot like them chicks from Baywatch (kid)
BK, to the UK, all the way to Guadalupe
Das got chicks shakin they booty
Cats actin' unrul-ey, who they?
Do they, tru-ley, give a fuck? Nah, too late
Save em (yeah), ya gotcha els, roll em up, kid
Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some
Throw your hands up, raise 'em, hip-hop nation
Enough respects to my EFX Generation

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Verse Three: Dray, Skoob
Eh, yo, Dray, son---hit me, brought the whole gang wit me
Sixty, it's the low-down shifty
Strictly, send the world in a frenzy
My mens be, laid up in the penzy
Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again
Never stall, play the ball with the Heineken
Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk
The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk
My talk, slide in with the sickedness
You're lickin' this like a lollipop, stickin' this

Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack MCs I'm testin' ya
Smack you with a chair like a wrestler
Boogie Bang, sewer rat buckwildin'
Run the streets of Brooklyn, properties on an island
A pen and a pad, you know my steez when I'm weeded
Bring rhymes together like cleavage
So love it or leave it, I got to eat, kid
Plus got mouths to feed,
Hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trout to feed
Trees(?) are blastin' at my team, blast back
Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that

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