One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood
Let's go!
[Verse 1:]
My rhymes pop like them nines, that clammy tote
But they rap lackluster shine
My s*** busts like Busta Rhymes sniffin' lines of c**e, "Woo Hah!!"
That's all she wrote
On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes
Quirk a** MC's be as Queer as Folk
Talkin' about, "n**** can rap"
No s*** Sherlock, y'all just can't see me like Matt Murdoch
I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid and any line of mine is criminal mind
And I blind 'er with original rhyme s***
Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime s***
Clinically approved for you to move your behind with
Timeless are world girls who get inspired with Pharoahe
Do you need to be reminded now?
Stick 'em up, it's that
Get 'em up, it's that
Put 'em up, it's that
Let's go!
[Chorus:]
Get up, how we rock
Don't know how we roll, yeah
Let's go!
Line 'em up
Light it up, fire it up
Wire me up, let it blow
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood
Let's go!
[Verse 2:]
They research my step cells, clone ten of me
Send one of 'em back in time just to get rid of me
Stop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphanies
Now that's new definition to "your own worst enemy"
I glisten man, stop snitching man
You use s** to sell, your Nextel to Sprint
Everything you represent is immoral
Cingular, not plural
You and your Sidekick get rid of that whack Trio
I freeze MC's zero degrees below
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
You need to get loose, to the heat of produce
From Long Beach to Boston
Your chicks text us like Dallas and Austin
I spark tireless illumination
Fire sixteen bars, wireless communication
Let's go!
[Chorus]
Okay, Okay, Okay,
It's Ya'girl Three Sweet[?]
In The Morning,
We're About To Get Really
In To It Right Now.
(Bling Bling)
[Ts:] So Bling, Tell Me..
[B:] What's Really Good?
[Ts:] What's Up With The Harshness[?] Diss Record?
[B:] Ay Yo, For Real?
[Ts:] You Gonna Retaliate?
[Someone:] She Trynna Diss You Son!
[B:] f*** You n**** Straight Up And d***,
You n****'s Never Had No Wait In The Street!
You Know What I Mean?
You n****, Yo, What The f*** You [?] Me Anyway,
Cause I Had New York On My Back For Years,
You Know What I Mean? I Don't Really Give A f*** Anyway...
[Ts:] Aight, Aight, I'm Gonna Have To Turn The Mic Down...
[Zap]
Now, I Want To Mand, Now To...
[Zap]
[Female Voice:]
You Sit On Your Head, Till Your Head Turn Numb.
Then You Jerk Your p**** To You Start Take (What?)
All Alone In The Crib, You Know What I Did?
I Gave Myself A Thing Or Two Till I Let Off Some Kids.
[Heavy Voice:]
Yo, Those Are, Those Are Strangers!
Have You Had A Stranger? Have You...
[Zap]
We Savin'the Environment,
You Know What I'm Sayin'?
Save The Trees, Save The Trees...
Three to get it crackin' in the hood
Let's go!
[Verse 1:]
My rhymes pop like them nines, that clammy tote
But they rap lackluster shine
My s*** busts like Busta Rhymes sniffin' lines of c**e, "Woo Hah!!"
That's all she wrote
On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes
Quirk a** MC's be as Queer as Folk
Talkin' about, "n**** can rap"
No s*** Sherlock, y'all just can't see me like Matt Murdoch
I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid and any line of mine is criminal mind
And I blind 'er with original rhyme s***
Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime s***
Clinically approved for you to move your behind with
Timeless are world girls who get inspired with Pharoahe
Do you need to be reminded now?
Stick 'em up, it's that
Get 'em up, it's that
Put 'em up, it's that
Let's go!
[Chorus:]
Get up, how we rock
Don't know how we roll, yeah
Let's go!
Line 'em up
Light it up, fire it up
Wire me up, let it blow
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood
Let's go!
[Verse 2:]
They research my step cells, clone ten of me
Send one of 'em back in time just to get rid of me
Stop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphanies
Now that's new definition to "your own worst enemy"
I glisten man, stop snitching man
You use s** to sell, your Nextel to Sprint
Everything you represent is immoral
Cingular, not plural
You and your Sidekick get rid of that whack Trio
I freeze MC's zero degrees below
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
You need to get loose, to the heat of produce
From Long Beach to Boston
Your chicks text us like Dallas and Austin
I spark tireless illumination
Fire sixteen bars, wireless communication
Let's go!
[Chorus]
Okay, Okay, Okay,
It's Ya'girl Three Sweet[?]
In The Morning,
We're About To Get Really
In To It Right Now.
(Bling Bling)
[Ts:] So Bling, Tell Me..
[B:] What's Really Good?
[Ts:] What's Up With The Harshness[?] Diss Record?
[B:] Ay Yo, For Real?
[Ts:] You Gonna Retaliate?
[Someone:] She Trynna Diss You Son!
[B:] f*** You n**** Straight Up And d***,
You n****'s Never Had No Wait In The Street!
You Know What I Mean?
You n****, Yo, What The f*** You [?] Me Anyway,
Cause I Had New York On My Back For Years,
You Know What I Mean? I Don't Really Give A f*** Anyway...
[Ts:] Aight, Aight, I'm Gonna Have To Turn The Mic Down...
[Zap]
Now, I Want To Mand, Now To...
[Zap]
[Female Voice:]
You Sit On Your Head, Till Your Head Turn Numb.
Then You Jerk Your p**** To You Start Take (What?)
All Alone In The Crib, You Know What I Did?
I Gave Myself A Thing Or Two Till I Let Off Some Kids.
[Heavy Voice:]
Yo, Those Are, Those Are Strangers!
Have You Had A Stranger? Have You...
[Zap]
We Savin'the Environment,
You Know What I'm Sayin'?
Save The Trees, Save The Trees...