[Intro: Masta Killa]
We like to party, ya'll wanna bullshit
We wanna party, they wanna party, yo, aiyo

[Masta Killa]
Rollin' through your hood, we think like George N. Wood
Peace my nigga Wood, when the rhyme of the peeps is ill
Make the pen spill, the lethal, bass and treble, give me a scratch
Mixed by City Rich, gun shot to the informer
Killa Bee swarm, caught 'em on the corner Lavonia, regular shit
Man forget brush, keep it on the hush
Dust from the sah' hell, I reap Jamel
Bring rain, came in peace, button on the lapel
Armed with the weapon, fuckin' Power-U raw, that's my protection
Back in the days, we play the corner heavy
D's in a brown Chevy, bust a quick u-ey
Slid up from the training camp, to check ooh-d
Ya'll hand write magnificent dart to spare world wide
So bless the mind
To give something to the people, other than the usual
Jewelin' them, from the three-point line, schoolin' them
Schoolin' them, schoolin' them

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[Masta Killa]
Trust son, that thing bust, and we well dangerous
Who can handle us, when we rush the clubs on thrust
Yo, don't miss the lead vocalist, terrorist
Wu Chamber, pure danger, the God holdin' fort
Teach law, universal, beatdown, my stomping ground
We hold courts in the streets of New York
Snort the gun powder, eyes stay red like fire
Cut the mic liar, hit a love ballad note
Pen stroke, beautiful quotes, for you to deep throat
Ghetto life had to be rough up in the housing
They make 'em like us, every twenty five thousand
South Carolinian game, cock and aim
A song in the head, to keep the bills paid
Laid it with Allah Math, get your back kicked
The ivory seemed lost in the cabbage juice mix