A to Z so what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink you must be crazy A little off the wall maybe, go, get a shrink Get up, stand up, back up,
one of those moods I can give a fuck I mean cool, run and bungie jump off the fuckin' roof I hear voices calling me, givin' me fits Singing tonight'
Now, the man, you see, who has hands of magic His name is Mr. Mixx, so come on an' scratch it You can call me Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother
callin so you forced to dance Up in there prayin for a second change just wanna put back on your pants walk out the club and throw up your hands tired
behind you'll never get ahead Here's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on Here's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em on Here's your little brown
me, if I was crack you?d try to steal me Heard you, and your little crew, wanna peel me Keep your hands on your hood, you get got The Green-eyed Bandit
blue balls You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me Why don't you let me come (?) I got
' to drown a shark Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shootin
up We're comin' to get you Stop, they know it's us I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? I'm the one who burned your house down Well I'm out now, and
I get killed for this rap I got a million in cash That says I will get you back in Halie's name [Chorus] Irvine, get your boy off that (E...) [Spoken] Get
motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z O's an animals skirts get
for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z Ho's in animal skirts get
clap MC's If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez (C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time Niggaz got a lot to say but they
types of women like your sister and mom Ask around your breakfast table, you'll say "Raw's the bomb" Slow down son, you can't go one round with Dice,
world truly be? No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise no DJ's cutting No B-Boys, no B-Girls, No Grafitti, No nothing If Hip Hop was never born? let me
reaching into heaven When over in the ghetto I'm livin in hell Just play ball or be an entertainer 'Cause niggaz like me can't read too well Nobody loves me
your eyes and lips The way you move your body got 'em stiff like a hieroglyph I watched you dance across the floor to the title track You 'bout to get me 'Off