["It's not the way to do it!"]

[gunshots]

["Shut up bitch!"]

["Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!"]

["You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."]

["This is serious business."]

["Come by boy!"]



Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty

Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40

Nothing to do, just killin' time

Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9

Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice

Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice

We played for a while, 'till my luck was out

So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out

Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street

It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat

Nibble on this dick, make me just say please

You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese

The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face

Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face

Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth

Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!



(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)



Verse 2: Brother Marquis

Me and my nigga, rollin' hard

Hangin' out, the whole nine yards

I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head

Watch out, fool, get shot dead

And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that

But yet, still, I keep my gat

Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)

Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way

And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames

You can't fuck with me; I'm wild and not tame

Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street

So, motherfucker, what's up with that? You wanted beef?

Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!

I pulled his gat; his life cost him

So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back

I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!