Intro/Chorus:
Jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump)
Not yet.......
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
How many n***** gettin lye tonight?
How many n***** gettin high tonight?
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
Verse 1: Treach
Na-na, na-na
I say fight, you holler a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin more corks and n***** don't get
ya collared court, trife a** Whitney will you m*********** mouth, aight
And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat a** tight
Must be just the master monk
The underhood, the underworld's under man
m********* bein understood, long as we understand
You can't twist the Treach ????? and mix his friends
n***** over here don't switch and b**** and bend
All eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chance
I glance and just take your tip
It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
and bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style
And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk
Get em tough and guts, smoke from *?stoge?* and hand Treach
Get em out of grants that they owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks
Chorus
Verse 2: Vin Rock
Ha
Now let me line this n**** up
How you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the f***?
Oh, you don't know, BOOM BAP SMACK AND THERE IT IS
How we dealin wit these frustrated n***** in the biz?
(What the f*** was he freakin?)
I bring some drink in, just for fun
They be guzzlin on gallons of that red a** rum
You might as well-a put a m*********** bounty on your head
Cos the drama's for your momma, till your b**** a** dead
(Let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickin
I, know I only make it for the one-night stickin
Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin
After one piece of my d***, your brain starts shrinkin
How many n***** gettin lye tonight?
How many n***** gettin high tonight?
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no more
We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
All that RAH RAH, I send that a** BYE BYE
After that I FLY, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I-I
Serve those wit the nerve to test this
Step and get'cha records clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
You a***yse my click then go duplicate my s***
Discredit's what you get, cos you bit
n***** get the hit-low, and s*** loads, I flip shows
If it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy
That's when Vinnie will be
lightin s*** up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
sick of talkin s***, n***** knowin how we do
So if you don't f*** with us, we won't have to f*** with you
(We won't have to f*** wit you)
Chorus
Jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump)
Not yet.......
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
How many n***** gettin lye tonight?
How many n***** gettin high tonight?
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
Verse 1: Treach
Na-na, na-na
I say fight, you holler a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin more corks and n***** don't get
ya collared court, trife a** Whitney will you m*********** mouth, aight
And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat a** tight
Must be just the master monk
The underhood, the underworld's under man
m********* bein understood, long as we understand
You can't twist the Treach ????? and mix his friends
n***** over here don't switch and b**** and bend
All eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chance
I glance and just take your tip
It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
and bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style
And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk
Get em tough and guts, smoke from *?stoge?* and hand Treach
Get em out of grants that they owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks
Chorus
Verse 2: Vin Rock
Ha
Now let me line this n**** up
How you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the f***?
Oh, you don't know, BOOM BAP SMACK AND THERE IT IS
How we dealin wit these frustrated n***** in the biz?
(What the f*** was he freakin?)
I bring some drink in, just for fun
They be guzzlin on gallons of that red a** rum
You might as well-a put a m*********** bounty on your head
Cos the drama's for your momma, till your b**** a** dead
(Let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickin
I, know I only make it for the one-night stickin
Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin
After one piece of my d***, your brain starts shrinkin
How many n***** gettin lye tonight?
How many n***** gettin high tonight?
Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)
Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no more
We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
All that RAH RAH, I send that a** BYE BYE
After that I FLY, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I-I
Serve those wit the nerve to test this
Step and get'cha records clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
You a***yse my click then go duplicate my s***
Discredit's what you get, cos you bit
n***** get the hit-low, and s*** loads, I flip shows
If it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy
That's when Vinnie will be
lightin s*** up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
sick of talkin s***, n***** knowin how we do
So if you don't f*** with us, we won't have to f*** with you
(We won't have to f*** wit you)
Chorus