featuring Bustdown*



* credited to Luke as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned title



Intro: Luke



Yo it's a fucked up thing! I gotta bring Kid N' Play on this motherfuckin'

album here two pussy punk ass niggas yo check this out what I'ma do

is I'ma go get last year's rookie of the year JT Money of Poison Clan

this year's rookie of the year, Bustdown - yo, Bustdown, kick some of

that West Bank shit on these fuck niggas!!



Verse 1: Bustdown



Well, I'm first up as a rhyme conveyor

Luke Records in the house for the payback, player

Kid N' Play can suck a dick! Get me a mic and a 40

And let a real nigga wreck shit

To me you're walking on a tightrope. Instead of tryin'

To be real, you're steady sweatin' them white folks

Keep runnin' your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,

You'll get your asshole whipped out!

Then I'ma play you to the back seat

'Cause I'm runnin' more game than a track meet athlete

As if you didn't know, huh, you're dealing

With a West Bank dicksman, hoe

But anyway, I got a rhyme to deliver

Get your draws out your ass, quit frontin', my nigga

'Cause if you don't, well you'll keep gettin dissed on

And if I see you at a show and you're slippin', you're gettin' pissed on!



Chorus (4x):

[What about Kid N' Play?]

[Wick-wick-wack!]



Verse 2: JT Money



Now for starters, with Kids I don't Play

'Cause y'all some fuck-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anyway

JT i the house, niggas, check it

Tryin' to diss my nigga Luke to sell your wack record?

Let me talk about the Kid. I remember

Some ol' coochie-nigga shit you did

When we was up in New York

You was followin' Luke, talkin' 'bout, "We gotta talk!"

On that man's dick, got your ass wide

Open and you're talkin' that bullshit

Both movies, I boo 'em, 'cause you had hoes,

But you wasn't stickin' pipe to 'em

Thought they was fantastic. But through the

Whole fuckin' movie, Kid was gettin' his ass kicked

And 'bout that other nigga Play - He needs to

Get dissed 'cause he's a punk nigga anyway

Be 'round here kissin' hoes, while I'm dissin' hoes

And stabbin 'em with fishin' poles

You need to try to lay pipe in 'em

Oh, I forgot - punks don't like women

Now you're tryin' to diss somebody

At Jack the Rapper, you was hangin' 'round Luke's parties

Now you're outta gas, with two motherfuckin'

Punk-haters on yo' ass, JT and Bustdown

Now let's see you hoe niggas get tough now

Get the rubbers out your ass, dick-suckers!

...and fuck them pussy motherfuckers.



Chorus



Verse 3: Bustdown



Now let me put my boy Kid in his place

With them wick-wack rhymes soundin' like Rob Base!

'Cause if I have to come tag that ass,

I'ma max, wax, tax and drag that ass!

I get sharp like a ice pick

I'm on a hype tip, holdin' mic tight as a vice grip

You couldn't deal with the concept

I'm collected and calm, but on the mike I'm a bomb threat

So motherfuckers get real

I got a heart like gold and a dick like steel

You wanna diss, punk? Please!

You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!

Luke left it up to me and JT

To take it from the bottom to the T-O-P

I seen your second House Party; it figures:

Two House Parties for two house-ass niggas!



Outro: Luke



Two house motherfuckin' niggas. Do y'all niggas know what a house

nigga is? A house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. Who cleans

the master's ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master's

ass. Y'all house niggas. I'ma feel niggas, we feel niggas here in Miami.

That's why y'all niggas can't understand us, y'all fuck-niggas talkin' too

much shit, y'all niggas better watch what you sayin' 'cause y'all fuck-

niggas, y'all don't know, y'all get fucked up here. Yo, check this out -

Miami is closed to y'all niggas. Y'all barred. Y'all can't come here no

more, fuck-niggas. Y'all can't sell no more records here. And if all real

niggas in the world is real like us, y'all don't buy them fuck-niggas' shit

no more. 'Cause they ain't shit. Pussy punk-ass niggas