Slum Village

Slum Village
Closer, Feat Dwele
Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit

(Dwele, Intro)

There's something I wanted to know, can we get closer?
Yeah baby
Seems like I've waited to know, can we get closer?

(Elzhi) Verse 1

Yeah...Yeah
Girl you should come up for the week
I'll make you cum from the tub to the sink
Rubbing your feet in a luxury suit
Make sure you come with nothing on just a long shearling
And I'ma make ya toes curl up like there all ???
I'll whisper in your ear, tell ya something
Stick my tongue in ya bellybutton
Reach down below, ya know I'm well sprung
Hit ya from the back to get ya calfs trembling
And pull ya hair 'til its straight, you'll look half Indian, laughing, giggling
With champagne bubbles tickle ya nose
Before you I wouldn't throw my old nickles at ho's
I'm just glad we can get close, for breakfast in the morning
We can fly out to Paris France for the French toast
You made me wait so long and that's a good thing
Now let me make ya candy rain dampen your thong
I hit it off likea champion strong, for real
Your still bumpin and grindin even after the song but all along I, I....

REPEAT, Chorus

(T3) Verse 2

Let me talk to ya, feel me for a sec,
I love ya sassy ways I must confess
Ya lookin good girl, I hope you into sex,
Sort of a model type with a splash of innocence
Ya fast charms, ass like ya mums,
I love that Tiffany charm thats hangin from ya arm
And if we get it on I'ma take her back to the fort,
Show her how I run game like an athlete in sport
Sweety I can see that money ain't a thing
Been doin this for a while no need to explain it,
Ya doing swell girl, ya never doin poorly,
Ya know I'm hopping in whips just look at the jewerly
Plus you need a man in your life,
Yo someone who can hit it right, and plus got the right doe
Plus I'll treat you like a queen,
Yo your place or mine I was thinking we should get close

REPEAT, Chrous

(Dwele)

Alot of cats have tried it
I like to touch the na na, I
I know u act real shy but, (Know you get down!)
Ur not that type we go
Just keep it low and let it go
No need to act up cause, i (Know you get down!)
Can we get closer tonite
I'LL make u cry
Touch u inside baby, i (Make you get down)
Hold you very close with or without clothes
Public or closed doors
We will get closer, yea

(Dwele)

Theres many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl

Theres many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl (echo)

(T3)

It goes day one
I would take her on a short vacation
Some place to chill, probably some place warm
Don't pack nothin but bathin suits and shorts hon'
And thats for real girl
And then step two
When you land off the plane up in Malibu
Limo, chauffer service awaits you
Champagne open and the sunroof too
Black Leather interior trimmed in powder blue
We roll out then we shift to step three
Hotel accomodation is lovely
There's no way they hand us the wrong key
Top floor you know the penthouse suite
It's plushed out, theres six rooms for two weeks
Theres 3 beds, 2 baths, 1 ja'causezi
You got a wardrobe sittin in ya dresser draw
Thats when el steps in to setup step four

(Dwele)

Theres many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl

Theres many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl (echo)

(Elzhi)

Yeah, theres lingerie and a blindfold with handcuffs
Chardinay for the wardro and cameras
So we can play back this moment in a DVD
And mama send this bad truck through the 3 tvs
The waters runnin for your bath now we at step five
Givin you head .. ? .. like bein baptised
Dryin you off and let you get inside your neglige
Pour some wine like the dro and let the record play
Dwele g track 10 thats my favourite edge
You blazin with me we laughin and on our way to six
Stick my tongue in ya ear and set the mood right
Hit the balcony and grind you in the moonlight
You horny off the gentle breeze before we're off of six
Dab some wine on ya nipples and lick it of your tits
Now we enterin seven and you just can't wait
Its like you enterin heavens gates when we make eight

(Dwele)

Theres many ways to touch you
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl

Theres many ways to touch you
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl (echo)

(T3)

Now we in eight
Reachin the climax ya feelin so relaxed
Take you to another place, lay you on ya back
Ya body's tremblin girl you feelin so right
Repeated actions turn the moonlight into daylight
We watch the sunrise onto step nine
Breakfast in bed with cherries and some chilled wine
With the windows cracked open feel a slight wind
I take my time as we ease into step ten

(Elzhi)

Believe when my only reasons for this hon'is pleasin
Stickin my keys in your ignition
Ya screamen eleven semen like big fun
We even we both skiin and just cum
Ya screamin and I semen and we get done
We leavin the next evenin events come
You ? and we head to sweden you can get some
We leavin at 12 to bring you back to just one

(Dwele)

Theres many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl

Theres many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl (echo)

Theres many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin of you
Let me count the ways to f**k you
Your all I want girl (fade out)

(featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard)

(Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Yo this O.D.B. and Slum Village
Detriot wild out! You know how we do

(Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual
Bisexual, can I get next to you
If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual
If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out
Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up

(T3)
She got a man, but her man ain't me
I'm a, M-A-C, to P-I-M-P
I'mma, show her things, and spend a little cheese, baby
'cause your man ain't doing the right thing lately
Yup, so I'm steppin in his house
If the nigga step up I'ma knock the nigga out
So I'm here with a beer and a glove
With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' ass
She got a man, it ain't fair, I don't care
I ain't scared with my dudes and I come prepared
Ladies, lemme see what you workin with
Make a nigga stay at home like a punishment
I'm trying, to think of us, think of we girl
Think about us, and some, and T3

(Chorus)

(Elzhi)
Yeah, you know how Slum do, when we come through
Gum shoe, Air Force is a pair of Air Jordan's
Pelle Pel, are old school with gangsta white walls
Tailor suits, coordinatin' with the gator boots
Before you hate on what we do, it's a D thang
You flamin' at a Cappa/Rae offa Alize
Where the ladies at, pushin' back you Baby Phat
Make it clap like eight gats
Stayin' at the Infenium, just use the key
You got a man, but what your man gotta do with me
He don't want it, nah, he don't know the nigga
Roll with Dreadknotts, Cardy boys, and a mil', phat killas
Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that
And we should hit the telly up, I got the Remy and the dime bag

(Chorus)

(Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Keep it dirty nuh

(T3)
What, they don't wanna f**k with us
They don't wanna feel the pain and get bruised and touched
She was down with your team, now she roll with us
Brought he girlfriend with her and its all a plus
She wanna do what the players do, play how the players play
And she don't like how you treated her anyway

(Elhzi)
Yeah, you said you love, but is it really real
Would you break me off first, and let my nigga Phil hit you
Picture my Caddy truck, we sexin' in the backseat
Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black mink
Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's Black Sheep
I know it's on, if you twistin' back my Pistons cap
Ignore the phone, if it's your man, let the machine get it
Matter fact, turn off the ringer, and let me lean in it

(Hook 3X)

(Chorus)

(Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard)
From Detroit all the way to New York, we comes down

Slum Village
Do You
Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit

(Elzhi)
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Nigga...

(Elzhi)

Let me attempt to spit this
Assist this with a pen in my fist
Im scriptin Sonny Liston's lost b
Quick six whips sick clique its Slum V
We stick chicks til their extensions fuzzy
Jewerly's thick and chunky ridiculous
Like in them pictures when slick rick was a young bee...boy
And picked his gumby im comfy
Til you insist you'll take my existence from me
Clack Click, the clip spits buddy
I place you in ditches like egyptians that stitched mummys
Your limpin bloody
I serve niggas like the homeless mission kitchen
We're fixing chicken for the bums free
You cant tell us we dont get this money
We keep a dollar up like richie rich's puppy
We looking for the dips with donkey's to hit
Its the Villa gorilla pimps, your chimps and monkeys bitch

(T3)
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Nigga...

(T3)

When you see me in a spot never less than a dime
Yall might roll with 6 we sit with a 9
See, Im a sick rapper with a flow thats divine
Yall might flip the flow but dont flip it like mine
Yall might roll with a squad but it aint like mine
See im quick with the flow dogg im good to the go
Imma stack till i spit til i cant go broke
I want the Benz , the Range, I want it all , I want gold
Then i dips in the whips with the chicks in the clothes
Cause i chill with the chicks who be the centerfolds
Then i creep to the mo, with a freak on the low
Then i come thru the doe, then i mash on the flo
Yea I keeps it moving like the local D.O.T's
Keep serving these yo's with the bad tendancies
Let a nigga do his thang, shit stop sweating me
Gone roll with a playa girl its all hustle free

Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Cause nigga imma do me
Do You
Jeeeaaaa

(Elzhi)
But of course it be effortless we pullin up in the porshe
Medallion the size of a horse on my necklace
We done it again, done got under your skin
We come hot like a gun pop running ur jems

(T3)
Can none stop this thing of ours
The ladies they fein and double team in gstrings and bras
Make em scream like electric strings guitars
Dont hate on the squad cause my niggas is stars

Keep Holding On a€" Slum Village
Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit)

Wuttup tho?
Feelin' a little under the weather today.
But had some stuff to get off my chest ya know?
Now wut im a€?bout to say to y'all
I ain't never said to the general public.
But y'all gotta hear me yo.
Feel me.

Verse 1:
I know I might
Sound like a got a cold and im speaking
But im cold and im sneezing
But im grown and breathin.
Hear the tone in my speaking
And it's home where he's preaching.
Both of my parents gone for a reason
Daddy's wrong just for leavin'
Mother moved on and im breathing.
(?) spirits above the stones and the deamons
she belongs in a teaching
where there's a throne and a kingdom
and deep inside my bones im believing
that the poems that im reading is the songs to my freedom.
Lik-e-ly known as deceiving
What im shown it ain't pleasing
Make me wanna throw stones at a deacon
And it home when he preaching
See that's satan makin my heart cold as a breeze
a€?Till it's colder from freezing.
Gotta get right
I might not make it over this evening
a€?'cause your time here is shorter than breath
gone from wheezing.
And heard my nigga tone he was bleedin'
Through his clothes
It was leaking from some chrome that was squeezing
Now when im all alone
I be thinking im against all odds
Hoping that god will show me the evens
But im sick of being poor through the seasons
Smoke a drole through the drinkin with 2 hoes through the weekend
Bout to go to my seed anda€|

Chorus:
Life can sometimes be so hard to bear
When u feel that theirs no one who cares
There are times u feel all hope is gone
Don't loose faith and just keep holding on and on and on
Keep holding on and on and on and on and on

Verse 2:
But sometimes I feel alone in these streets
It gets cold in these streets
My heart and soul on these streets
I lost my moms
So I hold to a piece
Of a place, state and time
Where we both in the grind
And what's love to a fatherless son?
Although he had love for his son
(Pensions?) were none to seldom
I would sit on the porch a€?till the mail come
And when it came
There never was a letter with my name
My moms was there for me
She held it down a€?cause she cared for me
She never left
Even in her last breathe when she sat next to death
She was always at her best never stressed
That's whya€|

Chorus

You gotta keep holdin' on
You gotta keep keep holdin' on
Keep holdin on just
Keep holdin' on
Keep holdin' ona€|

Chorus
Fades out

(feat. J. Dilla)

{Verse 1} (Dilla)
Yo L and Ten kill'n em, Three kill'n 'em
You thought we broke up but we was reassembalin
Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin
The villa on some classic shit like vans in balims
Its' the gorrila pimps, we bustin denim in the club
That you cant wear ya denim in
Freakin a rhyme til every line ends with a then and than
You dont wanna rump and stomp in Timberlands
Shout to my nigga Killagan
And all of my peps that rep more D then 12 Eminems
Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in?
Fuck wit this is ya loss Gilligan
Sounds simila I'm not feelin 'em
Get the bars like Venus in Wimbelon
While I'm in them fly whips five Will and them
On some Kim and them All About the Benjamins
Still here

{Chorus}
Still here never left just switched the style up
Came through made moves to get the crowd up
Its hard time "V" time nigga ya times up
Get rowed up for the Reunion

{Verse 2} (T)
L kill'n em, Dilla kill'n 'em
Maybe we could hook up again back wit Ten and them
together again like armed forces on some Fantastic Four or Four Horsemen
Cant do it without ya crew boy
Guess who boy, come'n through wit two boy
Nobody but us that rap in a clutch
Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch
Some couldn't feel our style or feel our
Ever talked our slang never walked our roads
All they know is these niggaz is tainted
Don't know about those rovers that candy painted
We've been miss quoted, miss con-screwed, miss understood, and over used
So we take this time to set the record straight
Critics skipped and did it anyway
Now you hear our raps wit Dilla and you all on our team
Till you heard Ten was gone was apart of he skem
See! We still got love where was you at at?
Just cuz a nigga go solo think we turned our bak
Maybe we will reunite on some shit like that
But I gotta set it straight for' you twists the facts nigga

{Chorus}

{Verse 3} (L)
Yo T kill'n em, Three kill'n 'em
You thought we broke up and ya you rite we really did
I wrote a verse that I recited it was hot
But I had to rewrite cuz I thought we was united and we not
But though all the love that I got for you
Parna I picked apart ya words and I'm shooked in them interviews
I been acused of not care'n
When the city threw your furnture out
Its not fair when I'm learnin about how stress you fell in a article
Forget a rhyme I'm just as real when I talk to you
And you know that we share Kodak moments
I wish we could go back
But don't act like you wasn't bug'n out like a phone tap
Chase'n cars in the street
I saw you throw a part in the sink
After hit the bar for a drink who asked you to slow down?
Eventhough niggaz told me you was gon' clown
You didn't know I cried when I saw you whallen at the State Theater
In the door by the side
Throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you
Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you
Sink'n fast in the deepest soil
Ya parents finally got you some help
You came out seem'n normal and
I heard you on medication
Had a illness you couldn't heal with herbs and meditation
And believe me; Me and T, Three kept it low
Don't take this as a dis this is just to let you kno that I love you
But watch the company you keep
Sware niggaz don't care, but they love you in the streets
Get ya mind right nigga...

[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby

[Verse 1: T3]
To my thick chicks down in Texas
All the way to New Orleans where the girls cook catfish
And in LA every chick's an actress
Hollywood status with the shaded glasses
To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest
Where the ladies got ass to sell alot sex
And Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the best
Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess
And New York women are way too fresh
Too much on your mind let me ease that stress
I wish you all were mine it's so selfish
Maybe I'm feelin myself too much I guess
But, to my ladies all across the globe
In small towns that I don't even know
To all local international codes
Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm callin...

[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Uh! And I'll be tryin to come around my girl actin like Mr. Friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley
I spotted her like Spud McKenzie
And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies
Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get ????em a clone
He said yeah you know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold
From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
I got family in high places like Jesus' niece
Can I please, say my peace
If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased
And this one here, is a heat rocks
Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks
New version of Pete Rock!
But for that Benz I get CL love
So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub [3LW]
I'm callin..

[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby

[Verse 3: Baatin]
What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey
Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried
Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland
For that good head in your Jetta better believe it
Shanice you're my piece from Compton
Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark up
Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail
You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel
You lookin good in that one showin off your body
Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi's
Take me to after parties her name was Carrie
And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorry
But, hey Kim how's Minneapolis?
You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes
Cause I love you girls though you ain't mine
I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time

[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby

[Outro: John Legend]
I'm callin (Callin) out to (Out to) all my (All My)
Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I Can't) let you (Let you)
Be with, no one, but me, baby

Yeah

I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine
Yo run it back, run it back
I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine
I squeeze them nines, from behind the blinds
I leave flat in ground in the pine box! I'm not a killa wit mine
But I get rid of nigga that get piece of mine
Well if you got the bar separate me from mine
I must be dope for you to steal my style

Tryin' to take my sound yo run it back, run it back
I must be dope for you to steal my style
Tryin' to take my sound you don't want those pieces out
Better yet you better kneel in church
Don't these hurr, put a hole through your detrik fur
Your little style that you got is subminimal
Is you ready to swing, blows wit a criminal

Things we do to you
Things we do and doing
Things we to do you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we do and doing
Things we to do you
Things we doing

Things we do to you
Things we do and doing
Things we to do you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we do and doing
Things we to do you
Things we doing

You heard the click, pushin' scurshin' whips
New sherlings kicks, two words I'm sick
Run it back, I'm sick every verse I spit
That I curse you rib I find the words that fit
They come together like hoes on the curb for dick
On an urge to trick, for them services
Call me sir or if you prefer to diss get turned and twist
Whoa nervousness

I curse and piss, on any nigga that's lame
Call me sick and insane talkin' chickens for brains
Shift the stick in the range when I click and I bang!
Niggas pick up your frame, till you lifted in shame
They goin' down quite quick like a [Incomprehensible] flame
I'm in the wickedest game
Run it back, Wickedest game don't get stick for ya chain
It's the Slum to the Villa, your head unda the pilla
Why? We're coming kill ya

Things we do to you
Things we do and doing
Things we to do you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we do and doing
Things we to do you
Things we doing

Things we do to you
Things we do and doing
Things we to do you
Things we doing
Things we do to you
Things we do and doing
Things we to do you
Things we doing

Introducing the world famous, Slum Village!
Are ya ready baby? Let me know if ya ready!
All the way from Detroit!

Yeah, yeah you look and stare
I see you shook in prayer
I bust at you, bang they cuffing who?
What you wan do? 1 2, you wanna
For sho ya do, if ya hold a crew
I don't need a clip, to bust ya lip
I run ya shit, wit a swift fist
If you gon talk the shit I'm aiming quick
You better run 'cause I don't miss

[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby

[Verse 1: T3]
To my thick chicks down in Texas
All the way to New Orleans where the girls cook catfish
And in LA every chick's an actress
Hollywood status with the shaded glasses
To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest
Where the ladies got ass to sell alot sex
And Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the best
Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess
And New York women are way too fresh
Too much on your mind let me ease that stress
I wish you all were mine it's so selfish
Maybe I'm feelin myself too much I guess
But, to my ladies all across the globe
In small towns that I don't even know
To all local international codes
Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm callin...

[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Uh! And I'll be tryin to come around my girl actin like Mr. Friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley
I spotted her like Spud McKenzie
And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies
Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get ????em a clone
He said yeah you know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold
From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
I got family in high places like Jesus' niece
Can I please, say my peace
If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased
And this one here, is a heat rocks
Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks
New version of Pete Rock!
But for that Benz I get CL love
So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub [3LW]
I'm callin..

[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby

[Verse 3: Baatin]
What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey
Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried
Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland
For that good head in your Jetta better believe it
Shanice you're my piece from Compton
Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark up
Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail
You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel
You lookin good in that one showin off your body
Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi's
Take me to after parties her name was Carrie
And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorry
But, hey Kim how's Minneapolis?
You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes
Cause I love you girls though you ain't mine
I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time

[Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it)
All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish)
Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish)
(I can't) Let you (let you)
(I want you to myself I can't help it)
Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby

[Outro: John Legend]
I'm callin (Callin) out to (Out to) all my (All My)
Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I Can't) let you (Let you)
Be with, no one, but me, baby

(jaydee)
You look and stare
I see you took it there
Wassup wit'chu?
Hey, wassup wit'chu?
What you gon' do? (gon' do)
You want me, don't you? (you want me, don't you)
I know you do (I know you do)
Yeah, I want you too (I want you too)
You wanna do me
I know it's me
Yeah, I know it's me
I hope it's me
See, when you noticed me (noticed me)
I noticed you (I noticed you)
Shoo, you say, "whattup? " (you say, "whattup? ")
Whattup wit'chu? (whattup wit'chu? )
The things you do, and who you do it to
F**k what u do, I'm seein' you
I know it's good for you (good for you)
It's just for you (it's just for you)
It's just for you (it's just for you)
It's just for you (it's just for you)
It's just for you
It's just for you
It's just for you

(t3)
Don't need a chick
To be my chick
If you gon' be my chick
Then be my chick
Don't talk no shhh (talk no shhh)
Who you wit'? (who you wit'? )
Oh, you wit' him? (oh, you wit' him? )
Then pack your shhh (then pack your shhh)
I guess it's meant
For us to split


It must be meant
For us to split
I'll be the man (I'll be the man)
To understand (to understand)
I'll understand (I'll understand)
I'll be the man (I'll be the man)
See, what you do
It's up to you
It's up to you
What you do
It's up to you (it's up to you)
It's up to you (it's up to you)
It's up to you (it's up to you)
It's up to you (it's up to you)
It's up to you
It's up to you
It's up to you

(baatin)
Smile in my face to show me they nice
But behind my back, yo you be bringing the wack stuff
When you say {undecipherable}
You be on my diznick
Do that dance trick
Nah, everything you do, you fall back
Girl you lack, 'cause you be bringing the wack stuff
The f? ...bitch running his mouth
I ain't saying nothing, troop you making up
But you want my mmm...
And you want my mmm...
Girl, you want my mmm...
I want your clit
In a special way (a special way)
A special way (special way)
A special way (special way)
A special way (special way)
A special way (repeat 8x's then fade out)

(t3)
Everytime you try to do what you can
To get the ass, it's part of the plan
You settin it up, you buyin her stuff
You do it for the love cause you bucklin up
Macnicholas, muh-f**k ready to,
The s gin-u-ine, you invision the grind
She's already wit it, you just wanna dine
See now I'm going for mine
Plus to tell the truth y'all
It's been a long time, this chick got me settin up the abbeyance
If you ask me, yo it's time to get down
I turn up the music, get some bass in my sound
Quick dash to the bathroom cologne me down
Now, it's time to relax
Back on the scene that's, macknicholas mack
Tell her the place to be is the place where she's at
She's feelin relaxed, my hands on her,
I'm feelin up this chick I'm feelin up her flap jacks
Got a page from her girl said let me call sha ne' back
Sha' ne said, "i had to leave the kids back at the flat girl"
So she just pull up the, had to go and thats wack

Jay dee (sv):
Yo check it out yo, follow
Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens
C'mon
(2x)(felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens)
(felatio)

(jay dee)
You shouldn't'a gave me a huh
In the first place
You should have put up the guard, since the first date
I know that it's hard, but it's not the worst case
I told you straight from the starts
That I was thirst-ay
For more than just one or two
Shit, two or three, can do
Much more than just one could do
Listen, it's good for ya health


Cause you know I ain't the one to
Repeat myself (5x) .......
Yo yo why you playa hatin?
I knew it was a reason for the separation
Girl said you told her that I was a super,
See I ain't even know, that you could stoop so low
What the f**k you over here fo'
What, the girl she in the room what, there's the door
I'll tell her that you came and that you said hello
What up

Jaydee(sv):
Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens
C'mon
(2x)(felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens)
(felatio)

(baatin)
I wonder what happened to my nigga, cock block
I hate to see ya young ox, but up in a box
He became a dread cause he had a lock
On the flock in the place all on my jock
Cause I had grace
Told cock block he could hop many women
Upon them never ever release your semen
Upon them is a materialized demon
Illustrious, succubus, do not trust
She see you when you coming
She know you wanna bust
Now she got you sippin on the clitorus, juice
Some of them juices is poisonous, juice
Shoulda took notes, when the master spoke
Places in the pussy, you can provoke
You got what you want
Your soul is ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost

T3(sv)
Felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens
C'mon
(6x)(felatio, interference, permiscuous, homosapiens)
(felatio)

(jay dee)
You ain't gotta play hard to get
I know you, I know you like the art of sex
I'm puttin' down my plan like a architect
It's for you (and huh!) we can all get wet
I got alot of nerve talking this to you right
I'm straight up, and this should make sense to you
Girl you ain't gotta front don't be actin' dumb
And if you got the goods, then I want some
No time to get down this ain't no la di da
But I ain't never f**ked wit' a menage a trois
It's three like the stripes on the a-di-das
Gettin' live like we at the mardi gras
We gettin' live like we at the mardi gras
Three is the magic number ask my part-i-ner
I be servin' that ass like a bar-ten-der
I'm only too bold to be watchin' ya
I'm only too bold to be watchin' ya

Chorus
I want you right here in the world
Bein' wit' you all alone
It's like a dream's come true

(t3)
See these things get sold
I'm caught up in ya game I'm kinda tango
Maybe it's the way you sed---huuuu on the down-low
Sayin' things to me that one t3 would only know
I wanna tell you though that these things seem to mean


Situations keep you from point a to b
I certainly put a counsel on our mistakes
I got a mission on two girls on a hot beach
Everythings to reach and ain't nobody stoppin' me
It just relax me 'cause they know I gotta plan for each
Hhhhyeah every last know I gotta plan for each
Ya know i, ya know I gotta plan for each

Chorus

(baatin)
Thought you knew baatin was prelickormiss
Which one of you queens is comin' to get with this
Already got one holdin' my arm in this
But I need a couple to add to my list
Take a position in my world of compassion
Satisfaction, ecstacy
Callin' you callin' me
I know you yearnin' for sexual longevity
My name is baatin rasual rasii
Tantric master, sex, two or three
Ecstacy, callin' you callin' me
I know your hubby ain't givin' you no action
Well for one he's too damn masculine
He need to relax, and take some lessons on givin' you climax

All alone, it's like a dream's come true

Chorus (3x)

Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my click
What to do, what to do, what to do?
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

Baatin(Jay Dee)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Baatin levatatin up in the sky
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh,
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh,
SV, SV huh, uh

(Baatin)
One on one, havin some fun, in my master suite
Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece
You love it when my crew say we from the D
You love it when my crew say we work for apathy
I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me
Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees
Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualties
Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft
SV, we the type of crew that never fall off

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Baatin(JayDee)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (I said aight)
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'on, c'on

Jay Dee (eminem's voice from a Dj cut)
Say, (h-, huh)
My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn socks
Remastered it's the S of the Pad Lock
Been makin money, I been had a fat knot
Been loopin up the shit to make ya head nod
You say (wh-,what) my jam knocks
You can hear me coming off the damn blocks
Since a kid I aint never played wit damn blocks
And I was never ever known to cock block
Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked
Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn glock
You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks
These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock
Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock
Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big blocks
We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop
Rock and rule niggas like my man Mop
So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You can say the S is the soul shock
The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked
When devinous cats used to pop locks
I steal, when I used to pop locks
The S twist shit up like a dred lock
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You say (w-what) my jam knocks
So keep ya

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

Baatin(T3)

T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight)

(T3)
It's like again y'all
uh huh, uh huh, one, two
It's like again y'all
uh huh, uh huh, one, two
It's like makin money's critical
Rhyme written, lyrical
Some emcees will never know
what we keep on giving and
Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering
Y'all niggas to the fall
And I aint forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like
Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shit
Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shit
Know who you fuckin wit
Never fuck around with the click
Don't fuck around wit the click
You might get ya melon split
Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two
It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two, it's like

Chorus

Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Just rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Don't make no sense
You ain't gotta grab the microphone to pay your rent
It's too many, so-called MC's rappin
Put your shit down, you can't make it happen
Continue, to do what you do
So my crew can bring out the cool in you and you
Don't front on the S my man
What you do is thank God for the dammmmmn
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...
The S.V. clique, yeah we it
Turn around and say what? And to rhyme against
How dare when you front so {nigga} tell me what time it is
It's time to stop the whack rhymin and stop grabbin your {penis}
This is for the {niggaz} who get freaky with it
Cause it can get hectic, hectic
It get to the S.V. clique, rhymin's a fair connect
Soldier just move it, keep movin it
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...
This is the moment that you all been waitin fo'
The S is the {shit} c'mon, y'know
This is for the whack {niggaz} who don't know
That my crew is definitely the solid rock
Don't make a, young {nigga} pull out a glock
Cause my glock is my microphone
I had to put it down sometimes, what a {nigga} gotta do
To convince the masses this is the dopest crew
So when you criticize, you better make sure
Two thumbs is up, {nigga} what~?! I think you oughta
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, see forth and back back back

Yeah rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Rawwwwk to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back...

Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey
What you say, get this money
If they say what you gon do today, just say
Hey I wanna get paid
Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat)

(T3)
We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank
Where the pursuit of the money its reali-tay
Never front on a click that you can't evaluate
See I got things out here I need to situate
I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint
People walking down the street untill they feet stank
I got accountants out here handling big thangs
As i slip into the crib wit the sashay
Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank
Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't

Chorus

(Jay Dee)
My man
You need to get back like the rebate
And bid he need to step up like the home plate
My man
Now what you know about the Great Lakes?
We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes
Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade
You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl
And bid his ride like a Harl-ey
Money make a nigga Ric-o Suav-e, hey
Radio play the shit like arcades
Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid
Celebrate the holidays wit the money
Aint about to wait so nigga stay away

Chorus

(Baatin)
Somebody said that radio would never ever play
Some of that Detroit, Motor City foreplay
Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll
countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball
I never thought that we would make it up this far
Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star
Detroit Motor City finest is who we are
This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat)
When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts
All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts
Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut
Another day, another buck, another slut
All I wanna do is get paid
Oak town dont stop, stop, stop

Chorus(2x)

(Jay Dee and T3)

Ay yo yo yo, and ya don't stop(3x)

Go Ladies(5x)
Ay yo, y'all just rehearsing, rehearsing, re- a re-a re- rehearsing,

(T3)
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo,
Get this shit
She on our list as a lady to hit
She's kinda thick, I'm getting wit quick
Yo hit me up nine, seven, six
Thugs look to her, just like that
I see you in the corner, I like, yeah I like that
See, ho, yo, me and you girl, goin on yo
Come to my crib lets get in some bizznesss
Wit me, what you wanna do, nigga named 3
It's gotta be, like that, like it's gotta be
This girl aint tryin to be funky
This is how I do it ay yo, yo
This is for the ladies ay yo, yo let me get funky
Just like soul
I get on the mic and drop a flow
Just so, so y'all, niggaz might know
About this lady, I tell you this one
She lookin good she gon get done
I swear to God, c'mon, let me tell you sumt'n
(T3 laughing in the background)

Go Ladies(11x)

(Jay Dee)

Ay yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Do It
Yo c'mon everybody get down wit us, us, us
We make the music sound marve-luh-us
Conant Gardens nigga, scand-a-luh-us
I got something waitin for you vanda-luh-us
It's in a stash box, for who wantin my stuff
That be scoopin up them ladies like a spach-e-lour-uh
Knowing damn-well I aint no bach-e-luh-uh
Who gives a, I aint askin ya, uh,
As long as she aint fat I can handle her-uh
Yo just foolin wit ya, yo this for the ladies, ay yo, yo
It feels good clap ya hands to the sound of uh-us
C'mon everybody get down wit uh-us
C'mon everybody get down, check it out

Go Ladies, go ladies, go ladies, go ladies (check it out)
Go Ladies, go ladies (check it out) , go ladies, go ladies

(Baatin)

I could picture you girl, in the back
Naked in my crib girl, so what's up?
You can see me, you can see me chillin in my black Puma
Ladies coming down my nutz-it-cuz, cuz
I never sweat it cause I know who they want
See we super-duper-duper, to the, Range Ro-va
Conant Gardens, Mac, Nic N-n-n-n-,Nic
Always making the ladies move and groove is my motive
The joint is on the scene and it's as long as a locomotive
When I'm on the Mic I never give up, up, up ,up
Make moves, make moves, make moves, yo check it out
All the ladies in the place if you got big breasts, breasts
Come over to my place we can play "chess"

Go Ladies(16x)

Ooooohweeeeee ohyeah all right
Go Head (5x) Ooooohweeeeee wooo, c'mon girl, c'mon girl

(James Brown sample)
(I don't know)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
You, you, you

(Jay Dee)
Could ask my man, T(3)
I aint the, (one)
To be, played like a nigga that you use to play for money and
No time for acting, (funky), with me
You best believe that you won't, (do it)

(T3)
I'm influenced to like uh, (you know)
And then I pick up the phone shit, (I dont know)
She walks by casual says my loot is usual
Battin says it's him (too)

(Baatin)
To all my ladies in the place
I mean your whole crew is like (yeah)
You know the S is my crew we rule, (what man you know)
We got a whole flock of niggas with glocks (you know)
But I dont know why I'm fucking with you

Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you
You you

(Jay Dee)
It's like, you know you scandalous as hell
Yeah I can tell, from your nails to the Chanel
Say (what)ever you doin you doin it well
You jockin my man R.L. (too)

(T3)
Wait see you
Shouldn't do the things you do
But you constantly do (your bad self)
Also you, love to, (eh, eh)
See I'ma get wit you so we can (uh)

(Baatin)
And if you don't know, your shit is crucial
To all my people in the place if you need to know I
(Rock with the band) enough to say (watch ya man)
Do my shit on the dance floor
And if you need to call me (you know)
My number is (3 2 1) 1 7 88

Yo, yo, why I'm fuckin wit you
Chorus (2x)

(Jay Dee)
Aight Jeff do what you do

Here's a little somethin' for you playas, playin' in ya playpen....
We ain't playin', play on playa.........

It's fantastic
It's fantastic
It's fantastic
It's fantastic

We say fan-tas-a-ro'
You say huh, what, ya know.
It's that sh.. ay' yo.
This is fa yall to dance to it slow cause it's fantastic.

(All)
You know...if you make moves some people will envy
Say what's (what‘s) up with this jealousy

(Chorus)
You know people say shit, bout you, and me
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (one more time ya‘ll)
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (yes...yes...yes)
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy

(T3)
Yes ya'll (ya‘ll)
I love it when you hate
Now lets calculate, take it straight to straight
Take it, to your face or wherever you lay
Oh you say “You fake'? And won't take shit to your face
See in the first place, you made a crucial mistake
My crew congregates just to aggravate
With plots to infiltrate and abbreviate
And if you think we out, shit we got rhythm for days
Take it to another phase with an extra stage
Havin' you feelin' the blaze of NWA
And if they ask you “Who you doin'? tell ‘em “that nigga Tres'?
Yeah damn right I'm great, like the porno tapes
An ??? For ladies and collecting papes
To these jealous niggas let the ??? Made
??? Your man ain't got time for the fake
To those “J"? niggas need to put ‘em away

(Chorus)
You know people say shit, bout you, and me
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy

(Baatin)
Spread the word, that nigga's hardcore
Envious Emcee, lyrics are *Cagore*
Rhythm up, cause I'm the real Jack Ripper (Uh-huh)
I call him Jack Trippin' Over (Uh-huh)
Who call himself passin' over tryin to provoke
The High Priest got you in my step-era
Impious niggas I don't trust
Started when emcees when the accurate-
Rackin' a nigga, step back causin' a crush
I'm good in this game, my mind left you in the dust
Check my mic when I bust you got tossed
Lost you to cry, the jealous niggas wanna floss
I'm all in your face, grippin my nuts, nigga what, nigga what

Uh-huh what's up with this jealousy

(Chorus)
You know people say shit, bout you, and me
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Come on)
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (One more time)
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy

(Jay Dee)
...Jealousy make you say what the fu-...
This goes out to my niggas that's talking the shit
Same niggas that be dubbing tapes and walking and shit
No life, having like a nigga that's stalking a bitch
No joke, broke, ya'll niggas be cracking me up
Player hating, plotting, and planning on jacking me up
Don't do it, you don't know these niggas is backing me up
Hardcore, fuck rap, ??? Nigga what
Hardcore, pimp smacking from acting like WHAT
Good shit, like the 55 in the back of a bus
Hot shit, SV yours whackin the fun
Don't get jealous cause the S is stacking ‘em up
Say (what, what) say

(Chorus)
You know people say shit, bout you, and me
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy

Uh-Huh

(Fades Out)

(singing) players

(T3)
It's the seven eighty-eight
DDT a, just like Jake The Snake
Actually, we don't participate
But if you do then I'ma see you at your Wake, (players)
Don't let the drama fluctuate, I don't wanna, I gotta, because it's snakes
Now where would we be at, if we let you do that
We'd probrably, be laying on our backs, (players)
Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack
I never would play myself out like that
But, um, I guess that's where you at, (players)

(Jay Dee)
(then I'ma play a game for ya)
What I'ma do is like uh
Cut out ya whole crew, cause ya crew likes to bite us
Y'all stick to freestyling cause y'all aint no writers
Trying to be some, (players) and can't play the game
See ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint
And won't be without SV (that's right) ya'll need to be smacked
Open hands and knees by these (players)

(Battin)
I could give a fuck about this shit
You all up in my face over some ho shit
Just come out
You wanna be wit my click, you must know, really
How wild I get, when I walk in the place saying,(players) Yes!, Yes!
There's some people who really wanna see the S
Personally, I could give a fuck. Let's
Check ya lady, she's a groupie ho
Opening her coochie hole, fuck that ho,(players)
Eye to Eye to you to nouveau
The way you front, it's inspirational, you(echo)

(Jay Dee)
Yo, Yo, you wanna be some (players)
And can't play this game
Ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint
And won't be without SV ya'll need to be smacked
Open hands and knees by these (players)

(T3)
Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack
I never would play myself out like that
But, um, I guess thats where you at (players)

(Baatin)
For me to hold you up
You think I really give a fuck...you, you, you, you and your crew
Y'all wanna be some (players)

Turn it up
New S-V

Chorus: (All)
Raise it up (*6X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)

(Jay-Dee)
I ain't about shit
Nope, what me dog
I don't floss nope
I ain't that nigga Jay dee uh uh
You ain't never seen me balling out at the bar right?
I don't rock my ice and bounce foreign cars
And my Rover ain't the hottest Rover you ever seen
That ain't a TV screen
It ain't sitting on eighteens dog
I aint gaining no green and my chain don't swing uh
I ain't doin my thing
I ain't doin a thing
I ain't got none of that dough with none of them cars
I ain't fucked none of them hoes in none of them bars
I don't smoke weed
I ain't use to mess with this three's
I ain't from the D
No I wasn't blessed with the beats
I don't be at the spot swinging my chain like this
Swinging my thing til these motherfuckers bang my shit
I don't sip 'Mo
I ain't never popped Cris'
This Rollie just don't look right sitting on my wrist huh?
Uh Uh wasn't me
Dip the Sean John
Sip the cham' Don
Shit you want some
I don't hold heat
Naw I ain't never caught a case
I don't know what titles to trace
I ain't as tight as they say
I don't ball out with my click at all
But I do show niggas how to spit this bar
Flow make the hoes put the dick at y'all
S-V beeyatch, What the fuck you thought?
What

Chorus:(All)

Raise it up (*8X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)

(T3)
Aight, Okay, yup it was me
Yes I must admit. It was that nigga T3
Yeah Yeah I did it
Okay blame it on me
Yeah I'm that nigga that's hitting bitches thas overseas
Yes I'm that motherfucker
Hot damn I'm a G
I'm the nigga who rip
I'm the one that emcees
Yeah. I'm that type of nigga talking trash up in your face
Okay it was me. I hit your girl up in your place
Place the bitch on the mat and sprayed the cum up on her face
Tell the chick to participate
She call me everyday
Anyway, I got a crew that always give you what you need
We don't hold it against you
If your crew ain't up to speed
See, we be them
We be them niggas S-V
You can do what you gotta do
You will never see three (three)

Chorus:(All)

Raise it up (*4X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)

(Baatin)
Maybe it's that nigga Titus
Maybe it's me
Maybe he's part of the group (the) S and the V
Maybe my name is Rasaul Rassi
Maybe I'm Christ?
Maybe the Sun
The One
Maybe I'm the nigga who pulled the gat first (maybe)
Pointed at the casket and blasted at the hearst
Niggas they front (hard). You just learning to roll the blunt (huh)
Been there (hehe), done that (nana)
I'm on that other shit
Gradually speeding out my body til I fell away
Maybe my crew is like an omen, from the great lake
Maybe I'm the first fish who bit at the bait (bait)
Catching a crab from a bitch on a blind date
Maybe it was Titus who paved the way
Maybe it was Titus who came to save the day
Maybe you like me. Maybe you don't. You give a fuck (fuck)
Probably with my crew that made you raise it up

Chorus:(All)

Raise it up (*8X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)
Raise it up (*8X*)

(fade out)

Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on

Tell me if you just want to get closer
Ya got the numbers on ya poster
And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that
My sensual intensity captivates
Ya gotta know ya body extractuates Juice
Ectasy is what I produce
Sweetie my virtues are never ever looser
I'm not the average Joe Schmo ya used to
This Jones and ma homes gonna hurt ya
Unless ya ready for the lecture
Tell me if you just want to get closer
I wrote the numbers on ya poster
And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that
Never ever bein ..... sweat
Ya'll never climax (echo)

Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby

Yeah, say what you feel, feel what you say
Don't hold back, just feel that way
Take the time and the time it takes
Baby you can justify ya aint got the time to waste
Speak up, Speak up its not the time to play
You know I, I want ya in a special way (special way)
special way (special way)
special way (special way)
special way (special way)
Ya know we need to make it happen like yesterday
Ya know, get it up and runnin like flow joe
We can kick it like they do up in the dodjo
And oh, if you aint ready this can go slow
But yo, if ya with it ya can let me know so

Tell me if you want some and you can just
(OOOOOOOH)

See ya sexy girl and also quite confident
You could sell goods and probably market it
Yo wots up with seven inches can I pocket it?
I wanna get ... ? ... s'your perogative
I bet ya need a lot to gets monotomous
Spittin' more games than an evangelist
Girl you know ya scandelous
I'm tryin to get a one on one monogamous
Lets look into it like an analyist
I'm thinkin bout (?) can u handle this
Take you back to the room with just a little touch
Touchin the zone thats erogenous
But thats enough we're really tryin to chill what up?
Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what?
Whats up? We can chill or what. Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what?

Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Come on baby (repeated until fade)

(Jay-Dee)
Yo, Hold it to me your f**king cash's about to slee.
I'm a show you all how to emcee,
see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams,
i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team.
See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing for a dream,
i intervien like a case of gangreen.
Gain the green then exit the scene,
with a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jenes.
See i'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet,
and niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit.
Seen life aint a game it remains intense,
Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin a scent.
See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent,
feelin it, ya'll ass is read!

(Batian)
uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron,
hippocrates get steped upon, in the combat,
don't you come back until you waxed your song.
Your served at your war phat.
Your up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedk,
don't shoot till you see this, just sit back breeeeeath,
i got more where this comes from-from.
Jay-Dee, thee origional drum master,
you will never hit the best.
Fast or solw? It dosen't matter though T-3 times emcees callin the lap.
Ba-tian is the one whose in the tree of life,
hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight
grace can only come into the sight.
Soul power it ingites like the sun
SV dominates the industry for fun.
(Fun (fun) Fun (fun) Fun (fun) Fun)

(T-3)
yea, yea to the beat
yea, yea ya know it can't-can't stop
it can't-cant't quit
Stance answers put up your hands and fist,
for the band, and if ya can't stand
one of my man's dance sleeping on some sandman shit,(c'mon)
Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action.
Don't be standing like a grand-slam hit,(c'mon)
for the whole fam flippin on the hand-stand tip(c'mon)
We get the dough weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits,
before we go-go, we gettin on some damn-wham shit,
a-gainst, as for second hand brand kicks.
Rippin from the Beatdown to San Fran-sis to Japan land,
it's the br-and new, we keep movin like the trans am
do-do dont stop we can't can't quit, we can't-can't

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode Squad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out y'all
We gone' bounce around like this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah
Yo

First class
Full blast
Smash
Everything, women wiggle that ass
All my niggas analyse the color contrast
Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass
Hocus...Pocus...Focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this
Now at dates we talk funny and floss money
Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny
Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage
Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge
Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max
Spendin my wax
I'm Feelin' one time
Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time
Regulate chickens I always come and take mine

Hook 1 (x2)
{Do It}
What It's All About
{Stop}
What it's all about

(Jay-Dee)
It's on now
We Worldwide
Yo crew what up
Yo
I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it}
Yeah that's the way it is nigga get your money {Do It}
Detroit the Metropolis
Supply why try ain't no stoppin' this shit
SV stay on top of this
If your not bloppin' this niggas poppin the {bleep}
It's all real
You know I ain't no approxamist
Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis
Get it
Who you die for
Get it
The proper shit
SV, Flipmode your not stoppin' this

Hook 2
Busta Rhymes: To My Nigga Jay-Dee
{What it all about}
Stop
{What it's all about}
Do it
{What it's all about}
Stop
{What it's all about}
Do it
{What it's all about}

(T3)
Yo
Live on wax
With the extra raps
See the S been doin' this shit since way back
Say that, when it comes to rap
We got a nack for that
And for that we brag
And so we rap
For this lucretive stack
Grippin the phat Caddilic
With the diamond back
If you was to ask me where it's at
Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats
On a real
Real Detroit rap
Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks
Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap
Don't write your own raps let somebody else do that
That's word up

Hook 1 (x2)

(Baatin)
We smack niggas
Cause niggas don't give a fuck
Frank nearly got em pity on these niggas for what
My nigga Dane working up the game he from Earth
Show these niggas how you get your money's worth
I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund
I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done
I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1
All around the world gave these suckers the runs
Call me Bizmal with the Pepto shit
I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate
Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit
Come on everybody let me see you get down
Come on everybody go to town

Hook 1 (x2)

(Busta Rhymes: Outro)
...Makin' you bounce
My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce
Busta Rhymes y'all makin' you bounce
It's Flipmode squad baby makin' you bounce
Niggas in the world, makin you bounce
All my Bitches in the world you know we're makin' you bounce
Yo,yo
Yo we makin' you bounce
Just shake your little ass girl makin you bounce

Hook 1 (To Fade)

FM 92.2 2002
you in the mid-day cruisin fair with the fabulous marvalous marv
get down to marley marley shrimp shack, boogie star
that was detroit zoom slum village you just heard on your dial
on the only other station you gonna hear somethin' ya aint heard in a while
R.J.'s latest arrival
performin live tonight at the raw little cafe
tickets on sale right now and they goin pretty fast
i gotta couple right here for the 7th caller
give me a call and get your front row seats to a blast from the past
ladies free until 9
ya better get down here cause they lookin so fly

saw this guy, caught my eye
in the nick of time
he was so fly

i saw you round my way just the other day
you were damn fine
you made me lose my mind
in the nick of time
you were too fly
now lady
me and t3 little men, lookin at your ass
it was so wide
you dont know what you did when you walked past
with your fine ass
now lady
somethin very special girl

doin' somethin special when gangsta girls fly
when she step onto the party
catch all the guys eye
jump into the maserati
shes a real fly hottie
she's the type of gurl that you want her body

(T3)
Yo me and my man fin to get on some disco
Come on

(Chorus)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco
On the street corners make 'em disco come on
What you need Disco
We got more for you
In the barber shops make 'em disco
In the beauty shops make 'em disco come on
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Thug ass niggas wanna disco
Pretty ass uh wanna disco come on
What you need Disco
We got more for you
Up up in the club Disco
Uh come on and disco

(Verse 1: T3)
Come on
I wanna see y'all take it there on the floor
You wanted the Slum so we came with some more
I hate y'all people who hate them people who
Like to make y'all shake and make good music who
Us, we coming in the pl-ace
No time to conversate get funky like the bass
Get down to the sound cuz the Slum is on the tr-ace
Don't worry about the Sobe cuz the Slum is on the c-ase
Dirty District, dusty music
The funk so nasty can make you lose a nugget
If you want to, bring your bloozey
Watch out for this one, this here's a doozey

(Chorus)
What you need Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco
On the street corners make 'em disco come on (Yeah)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
We got the funk to make you disco
Elzhi drop a verse to make 'em disco come on

(Verse 2: Elzhi)
Don't sell yourself to "Fall In Love"
You're in "Climax" cuz after it's done then "Go Ladies"
I mean what's up with all the "Jealousy"
You knew that it was you, her and me
You tryna "CB4" you better "Raise It Up"
Out of my crib take a cab
Cuz "Conent Gardens" is where they flatten your wig
This for a certain chick whose name remains "Untitled"
This is "2U4U" and by you
Got sick and tired of going "Forth And Back"
Arguing about paper stacks, told you to "Hold Tight"
But you stayed tryna "Get Dis Money"
Asked you where my dough, you said "I Don't Know"
I know the sex was "Fantastic"
It's the "Thelonius" when I'm boning chicks
It gets the mattress
Girl "Tell Me" if you want something you can just
Make plump and if so then keep your "Eyes Up"
Now we buckwilding "What's That All About"
"Once Upon A Time" you was down now we falling out
Sweetheart we the "Players"
You wouldn't understand if you bought Volume 2 from the bootleggers

(Chorus: T3)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco (Yeah)
On the street corners make 'em disco come on (Yeah)
What you need Disco
We got more for you
We got the soul to make you disco
SV will drop the funk to make you disco come on
What you want Disco
We got it for you
We'll make you disco
Pretty ass women wanna disco
What you need Disco
We got more for you
We got the funk to make you disco
You wanna disco come on

one-two one-two

Chorus:
To fall in love,
with the things you do
don't sell yourself
to fall in love
with those things you do.

(Baatin)
Lady's lovin' my music is like some sex shit
niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick
run around the corner to pick up the new shit
toss this in the deck so niggas can catch wreck
I'm the motherfucker gripping the mic like it's a joke
niggas fall in love with the music like its a ho'
Put down your mic you lost your whole goal
you take it too seriously like it's a gamble
Fuck this rap shit i listen to classical
in the studio loop as usual
lovin' my lyrical
fuck bitches that you would know
I'm out of this cause you wanna be below
Yall niggas in love with the S
Yall niggas in love with the S

Chorus

(T3)
yeah, jay-dee man i see sometimes,
i sit and wonder when i think about these written rhymes
How'd i get to the point constantly taking all my time?
Time i could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine
Hoping one day it comes around
One day when i'm the nigga gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed
Getting the fuck out the ghetto, cause i'm tired of crime
But it's a crime that i feel this fucking waste of time
But sometimes i feel like this shit here is a waste of time, yours and mine
To these niggas out here trying to rhyme
Your reason for a better should of been genuine
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind
And for the love

Don't sell yourself
(Chorus)

yo, one-two
word up, ah one-two, SV, word up, word up, alright.

(T3)
Uh,uh,uh and to my nigga Jay-Dee uh, uh my nigga T-3 uh, oh
that nigga Baatin uh, uh, thats my crew,
yo, uh, oh this going out to my nigga Bust-a,
and all my other motherfu-cka,
what up to all you trying to bust, us.
Trying to get down with us, cause we know you just mad as hell,
yo i'll give em the mic, ehhh! So niggas don't know that I am,
T-3 on the mic,
i do what i do what i like, to get down right tonight.
(cause?) Cause I get down tonight, yo
niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo alright.

some freestyle shit

Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares
you know what I'm saying

(Freestyle #1)
back in the day we used roll up some hoes
never thought I'd be writing up a scroll on these halls
now a day niggaz be twistin up for the conversation
in my day niggaz was twisted off the meditation
(allllll child)in my day niggaz was living off of the plantation
never ever catchin some niggaz with a occupation
now a dayz niggaz be fiendin for the masturbation
from a bitch that got a dick with a clit-
pulsatin/I say is what I said
that's right niggaz be hatin
just waitin to be catching a fist to the face
waitin for a nigga to go insane, catch a case
cause his drink was laced. now check it out..

(Freestlye #2)
I'm trying to finish this album while the economy's fallin
drama be callin like it's palmin and dialin a quarter diamond
behind is a war in a mind of a foreman climate
designed for enormous giant dime proportions...riots
outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin...hydrants
apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence
the morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent
soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin
fan's spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins
pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen
trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin
I'm trying to rhyme again

(T3)
(One, one..)Don't fuck it up! (One)
It only takes (One)
so feel it y'all (One)

Now every (One)
It only takes (One)
You only need (One)
So feel it y'all (One)

We're number (One)
You're not number (One)
It only takes (One)
So feel it y'all (One)

It only takes, to click clack the gun on 'em
To bring drama to 'em like Dee Witt we runnin' em
One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run out the house
With the loaded pistol stuck in his crouch - One
You fuck it up for all of the rest
You n your niggas in the parking lot rollin' the cess
Tryin' to get up in some chickens that all in your shit
They all wit it, and all seem down to get it, except One
She ain't feelin' the crew
Plus she got a man she don't like niggas like you
She said you fuck wit the niggas, you know how they do
We roll out, 'cause we see another we another set of dudes
So one - minute later, hear some shots in the air
Niggas duckin' on the ground like guerilla warfare
Fuckin' up a niggas groove and when they know it ain't fair
He roll out with his niggas and his hands in the air
Singin' One (one, one, one, one)

(Elzhi)
It only takes (One)
To rock it y'all (One)
You only need (One)
To do it y'all (One)

It takes, one, tragedy to bring a family closer
One bullet to start a war and be a part of gore
These hoes trick and be on crack like a slightly parted door
It took one hit, tongue kiss and make cum quick
It took one hit, for a wack rapper to make millions
Causing the illest niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin'
One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by
Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high
One, Love was the joint that my cousins used to breakdance to
Before they began to pop and lock with the glock handle
This -one- turn for the worst, my main concern for the earth
'Cause it seems to get even worse when it turns
Purposely burn an emcee, fricasee his hand holding the mic
So he can't fold it to write
I'm potent as a lightning bolt when it strike
At least - one - feelin' me
Come through ya city with sign and drown ya energy - One!

One, one, one, one

(T3)
Now every (One)
It only takes (One)
You only need (One)
So feel it y'all (One)

One of the best in the class it's so stupid
One who test it's tragic so don't do it
Group move crowds like they had us do with theme music
Spit like cars when the body releasin' fluid
One, more tragic than ninety-one-one
Also we fearsome
Known as the Slum and that's just one organism
One crew comin' through 'cause we gotta hit 'em
Those dudes too fly like the Continental
Two niggas on the side one up the middle
It's love in the club and it's constant
We drop shit and yell shit at the concerts

(Baatin)
One...two...the whole world is
Tick tock, tick tock
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking that I procrati-nate
One of these days I'm a show you what I'm made of
Soon as I'm done with these silly little rap scrubs
Soon as I'm done making my rap million dollar hits
Soon as I'm done cleaning my soul of this old curse
Soon as I'm one with the universe
I'm done with you little fucks in this little earth
I rule a planet of my own where you don't exist
Everything is One

(Verse 1: T3)
There I was sittin there lookin, waitin
Waitin for the chance to get to date you
I'm sayin, I'm sick of games, sick of solos
Sure need you around when its all ova
Listen, I'm not sayin this to offend you
But since the day I met you I knew I would bend you, over
Not sayin its about that
Its about us blending like vocals on ill tracks
Classic, like a novel by Stephen King
Always restin by the revel where a social reign
Sex, its the farthest thing from my mind
I'm thinkin how we get together like the starter line
Fiction, to all the ladies that want it real
A breif description on how a nigga might feel
This is, one page out a black book
This is, how it goes when its all good, sista

(Chorus x4)
And back, forth and forth, back

(Verse 2: Elzhi)
Just keep the sun in my storm clouds
Appreciate you as a man I was born child, young
Lookin for young girls to party with
Make your body shift, shake up your cartilidge, women
I wasn't satisfied with just one
I'll rip your valentine and having time adjusting, its hard
I thought not a soul could change me
You honor roll, I was down with hoes in grade C, level
I guess there is roses in the ghetto
Gotta find them, always meet the dozen not he dimond, coal
Been supportive now my days shorter
When they was longer dealin with the side effects were calmer, mistakes
I tripped over in my early days
Making the skies over few look a pearly gray, dirty
Until you came along and laid it on
I'll stick with you even if my man say its wrong, for real

(Chorus x4)

(Verse 3: Baatin)
Since its my last joint I guess I gotta put it down
For the queens who fiend for the kings who come around
I wanna extend the jewels to the crown
Behold you are soul that is lost never found
Still a virgin cause you untouched
Fuckin around with low-life niggas, gettin fucked
You need a king to put it down right
I know you want something thats more than just a one night
Stand tall never fall for the less queen
Nieve niggas with tired ass raps stuck in his dreamstate
With his truck and his real estate, fell for the bait
Not knowing he's tryna change what's sealed in his fate
Just a mouse lookin through a crack
Of the gates to a soul never coming back
Cultivaters never laid to realize self
And when its done the queen of queens will complete your wealth
Know thy self
(Chorus x4)

Real love, true love (It feels good girl)
Tainted love (It's so good girl) real love
True love (It's alright baby) tainted love, real love, true love
Tainted love

Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy
I'm tryin to strum like guitars in this beat
And consider ridin she'll kick the blahzay spleen
Plus, you got a man but he ain't quite me
The type of man that try to give you what you need
And, he wanna know where you are where you be
Where you going where you today where you started to be (Damn)
If I was him I wouldn't even leave
I would trust you what you say that you are where you been
Say, he the type of nigga that's still cheap
Take his girl on a date and they go to Mickey D's
See, I'm the type that try to style in a jeep
Try to take you out to see things and occasionally creep
Yeah your man is doing things I can't really see
Don't sound too good it sound tainted to me

Real love (It's so real girl) true love (It's so right girl)
Tainted love (It's real) real love (It's so good girl)
True love (For real love) tainted love (Tainted)
Real love (Yeah yeah) true love (It's so good girl) real love

How many years does it take for a record to blow?
I'm doin exactly how many licks it took for my hoes
Spendin your cash flow cause she was so out hoe
Scandal love, cause love full of scandal
Too much chick for that ass she couldn't handle that
Well it's the same tainted love in the music business
People they lose thet brain just to get up in this
Let's be a star for day, everything in life is just ok
People say things they don't really wanna say
Hey but it's ok cause your a star for the day
People a smile at you when they really wanna frown
Well a that's just the way tainted folk get down
Just keep it real and, we'll see
When the situation is tainted love is always free
Love is always free love is always free

Real love, true love, tainted love, real love
True love, tainted love, real love, true love, real

You say you love me but is it really real
Would you, fix me green tea if I'm feelin ill
Would you, give me a back rub to sooth after a long day
Dinner by candlelight but your the main entree
And if so I do the same with other treats to give you
Trailin rose pedals from your door to beneath your pillow
With a bucket of champagne on your night stand
Experience with someone who want in they life span, the same

Real love, real, real, everybody knows that love's real love
Someone to trust in you for real
Everybody need love that's real
I would never want nothin tainted
Wait a minute what you feel
Faded if your lovin was tainted
True, oh, I know true love is hard to find
Just let it find you for real
If you found love to keep it real
Keep love from being tainted, being tainted
Oooh do you, be, alright
(T3: Just sit y'all, Dwele, on more time y'all come on)
If you, be, alright...

(Elzhi)
Mona Lisa, how long have I waited for this day
For us to take a ride in my cranberry lay
You got the scented Claiborne, the look of Mary K.
And a rock on your finger like you took a married name
We stop at your favorite spot to get your Mary Jane
You been smokin' for years, funny things never change
Your all that I need, in and not in every way
Yes, you could say I felt Method Man and Mary J.

(Hook)(2X)
"What is this" (just chill it) "Who are you" (come feel it)
"Is this su-" (-perficial, love is certain)

(T3)
I got a pocket full of fitties
Drunk pissy, doing deuce-sixties, my niggaz comin' wit me
I go by the name of tre' thirty, sick birdie
I can't sleep at night dog I'm dirty
I take my mans ta the spot, when it's hot
We things, in the car we gangsta we think we not
We doing things we can't deny but y'all supposed to try
The same niggaz that be asking us why
But girl I'm trying to get you, I love to get you
I wanna sit wit you and be laughin' wit you
I ain't the type of people that be holding out
Now step up in this whip and let's be rolling out

(Hook)(2x)

(Baatin)
When I come correct, you know it ain't just my words
I penatrate ya nerve and sex up ya curve
And, I know it sounds superficial, but I'm so hardcore
Hard like a rock in a creek, and If ecstasy is what you seek
Welcome to my world where the climax is all night and all day
We doing it 'til the sun lay
(come into my zone where the bliss is deep)

(Hook until fade)

(T3)
Yo me and my man fin to get on some disco
Come on

(Chorus)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco
On the street corners make 'em disco come on
What you need Disco
We got more for you
In the barber shops make 'em disco
In the beauty shops make 'em disco come on
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Thug ass niggas wanna disco
Pretty ass uh wanna disco come on
What you need Disco
We got more for you
Up up in the club Disco
Uh come on and disco

(Verse 1: T3)
Come on
I wanna see y'all take it there on the floor
You wanted the Slum so we came with some more
I hate y'all people who hate them people who
Like to make y'all shake and make good music who
Us, we coming in the pl-ace
No time to conversate get funky like the bass
Get down to the sound cuz the Slum is on the tr-ace
Don't worry about the Sobe cuz the Slum is on the c-ase
Dirty District, dusty music
The funk so nasty can make you lose a nugget
If you want to, bring your bloozey
Watch out for this one, this here's a doozey

(Chorus)
What you need Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco
On the street corners make 'em disco come on (Yeah)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
We got the funk to make you disco
Elzhi drop a verse to make 'em disco come on

(Verse 2: Elzhi)
Don't sell yourself to "Fall In Love"
You're in "Climax" cuz after it's done then "Go Ladies"
I mean what's up with all the "Jealousy"
You knew that it was you, her and me
You tryna "CB4" you better "Raise It Up"
Out of my crib take a cab
Cuz "Conent Gardens" is where they flatten your wig
This for a certain chick whose name remains "Untitled"
This is "2U4U" and by you
Got sick and tired of going "Forth And Back"
Arguing about paper stacks, told you to "Hold Tight"
But you stayed tryna "Get Dis Money"
Asked you where my dough, you said "I Don't Know"
I know the sex was "Fantastic"
It's the "Thelonius" when I'm boning chicks
It gets the mattress
Girl "Tell Me" if you want something you can just
Make plump and if so then keep your "Eyes Up"
Now we buckwilding "What's That All About"
"Once Upon A Time" you was down now we falling out
Sweetheart we the "Players"
You wouldn't understand if you bought Volume 2 from the bootleggers

(Chorus: T3)
What you want Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco (Yeah)
On the street corners make 'em disco come on (Yeah)
What you need Disco
We got more for you
We got the soul to make you disco
SV will drop the funk to make you disco come on
What you want Disco
We got it for you
We'll make you disco
Pretty ass women wanna disco
What you need Disco
We got more for you
We got the funk to make you disco
You wanna disco come on

one-two one-two

Chorus:
To fall in love,
with the things you do
don't sell yourself
to fall in love
with those things you do.

(Baatin)
Lady's lovin' my music is like some sex shit
niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick
run around the corner to pick up the new shit
toss this in the deck so niggas can catch wreck
I'm the motherfucker gripping the mic like it's a joke
niggas fall in love with the music like its a ho'
Put down your mic you lost your whole goal
you take it too seriously like it's a gamble
Fuck this rap shit i listen to classical
in the studio loop as usual
lovin' my lyrical
fuck bitches that you would know
I'm out of this cause you wanna be below
Yall niggas in love with the S
Yall niggas in love with the S

Chorus

(T3)
yeah, jay-dee man i see sometimes,
i sit and wonder when i think about these written rhymes
How'd i get to the point constantly taking all my time?
Time i could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine
Hoping one day it comes around
One day when i'm the nigga gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed
Getting the fuck out the ghetto, cause i'm tired of crime
But it's a crime that i feel this fucking waste of time
But sometimes i feel like this shit here is a waste of time, yours and mine
To these niggas out here trying to rhyme
Your reason for a better should of been genuine
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind
And for the love

Don't sell yourself
(Chorus)

yo, one-two
word up, ah one-two, SV, word up, word up, alright.

(T3)
Uh,uh,uh and to my nigga Jay-Dee uh, uh my nigga T-3 uh, oh
that nigga Baatin uh, uh, thats my crew,
yo, uh, oh this going out to my nigga Bust-a,
and all my other motherfu-cka,
what up to all you trying to bust, us.
Trying to get down with us, cause we know you just mad as hell,
yo i'll give em the mic, ehhh! So niggas don't know that I am,
T-3 on the mic,
i do what i do what i like, to get down right tonight.
(cause?) Cause I get down tonight, yo
niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo alright.

some freestyle shit

Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares
you know what I'm saying

(Freestyle #1)
back in the day we used roll up some hoes
never thought I'd be writing up a scroll on these halls
now a day niggaz be twistin up for the conversation
in my day niggaz was twisted off the meditation
(allllll child)in my day niggaz was living off of the plantation
never ever catchin some niggaz with a occupation
now a dayz niggaz be fiendin for the masturbation
from a bitch that got a dick with a clit-
pulsatin/I say is what I said
that's right niggaz be hatin
just waitin to be catching a fist to the face
waitin for a nigga to go insane, catch a case
cause his drink was laced. now check it out..

(Freestlye #2)
I'm trying to finish this album while the economy's fallin
drama be callin like it's palmin and dialin a quarter diamond
behind is a war in a mind of a foreman climate
designed for enormous giant dime proportions...riots
outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin...hydrants
apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence
the morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent
soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin
fan's spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins
pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen
trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin
I'm trying to rhyme again