(are you ready,or what?)

so here i come

save ya passengers from this critical-minded messenger.

right in front of ya eyes

u see me standin wit da mic in da right hand,

aint that aight,man (come on!!)

5 bucks entry and da drinks arent 4 free

the bartenders trippinand ya girl is lookinat me

typical - tropical heat...chewingum on ya seat...

yeah,this happening sukks,yes indeed.



tell me, whats da reason,yo,

why do u came ? why do ya blame ?

the band is giving everything.

oh,now u say that its 2 loud...

do u think that it is silent when u shout?

tell me,why da fukk r u here?(oh yeah..)

you wanna criticize me?

yeah,i can feel it in the air...

adrenaline is risin,homes,yo...

ya anger is my air 2 breathe, and i can feel it in my bones...



pay 4 fame (...its da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...)

fight,fight,fight,fight me!

drink no champagne!

(its a stikk up,yo,its a stikk up!its a stikk-up,yo,its a stikk-up....its a stikk-up,fukk!!)



yo,I hear ya screamin4 payback,bitch,but i have 2 disapoint u ,

cuz i dont swing tecs or baseballbats...

so i guess ya skills gotta be the weapon 2 choose 4 u,

and i wont explain da rules 2 times 4 u...

wake up early,son,first come-first serve...

speak your shit,but always keep something in reserve.

the crowd wants 2 be entertained...

so whatcha gonna be,b-boy? A b-boy or a stain????



pay 4 fame (...its da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...)fight,fight,fight,fight me.

drink no champagne! (its a stikk up,yo,its a stikk up,its a stikk-up,yo its a stikk-up,its a stikk-up,boy!!....)