erbally its dinner time..me and

mine dine exquisite...Ice like a blizzard.. rockin crocks and

lizards..me and Poof in the Ac..North Kack be where we're

at..droppin

hits at the Ritz allway down to Sugar Shacks..matter fact

we got it sewn..lock stock and barrel...bout to hit you soon keep



your eye on the sparrow...Gotta bounce when you hear it

..turn it up a notch..cause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your

spot..We

keep it hot like July ...you can't deny that we fly...see

we play every day from L.A. to N.Y..and cross seas we got trees

in the

West Indes...Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

Mercy...With fourty thieves, I be chillin..keep the Champagne

spillin..theres no need for illin..representin all my children...as the

world turns ..gravity pulls..we hold it down..It's Q..D...T...and

me...The best pound for pound



Vs.2: IQ & T-Strait



It's the incredible sound...that shakes the ground..city..states and

towns..holding it down..for our crown...headed legacy bound....so

what's

your name.. T- Straite, who are you...It's I.Q. ...taking

these crews out by twos making moves to confuse....who could

refuse the

flave the way we shape it like clay....without a loss..we

set it off without F. Gary Gray....For all my peeps in this

piece....From F.J.'s to Black Sheep...School Boy and Big Lord we

keep

attacking them beats....From the streets of

Q.C....Internationally....collectin cheese...fillin seats to

capacity...you know the

type..we're first in flight ta keep if fly with a mic....F. J.'s that

hype to keep you tight all night..Damn Right



Vs. 3: DRES



Yo..I be ahead in the polls to rock enumerous souls...got

this style more sweet than Dr. J's fingerolls..who it

be..me..slammin from the top of the key.. Black Pearl - I.Q. - T

Straite

- and Fat Daddy..Now watch us achieve and sieze the

moment with the greatest of ease..with expertise on the air...it be

the

draft of coolbreeze...with cheddar cheesey vo-cals...gotcha

actin so-cial ..from North Kak to Cali..to New York City

lo-cales....bout ta..cut the gristle...who's sharper than a

whistle...who's

sound get's around like a pawn shop pistol...freely I flow...see me

and

mine ...G. E....TP....AI....D ..you cant mess with the...cheeba

choppin money clocker droppin lyrics on the one....with my pants

kinda

saggin cause my pockets weigh a ton...cheat on my wife

with a mic...so complex our romance...that I be known to get a

dance out

of a B-Boy stance