Artist: JoJo Pellegrino f/ June Luva Album: Hitman for Hire Song: American Way Typed by: X-Calibur, infamouswubird@hotmail.com [Intro: Jojo Pellegrino (June Luva)] Yeah, Drama King, Staten Island, stand up Yeah yeah, (Yo Stretch, what up baby? This is it right here) Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, yo (Yo, yo, what's ya name doggy?) [JoJo Pellegrino] JoJo, I spit that shit Got the streets on smash when I kick that shit "Where I'm From" I killed that shit Mic fiendin', they like "I can't believe he did that shit, he flipped that shit" Italian rap, I built that shit "Forget About It" should've blown but I ain't pay faggots to spin in that shit They bit that shit, pyzone, I lit that shit Five words; eat a big fat dick This is my chamber Labels did bad business, they turn a guinea rapper down that's dead nice then go and frontin pictures usin' his image Where's ya logic? I'll expose ya frauds Jo the boss with a fifth to ya vocal chords Squeeze off, blow ya head, neck and shoulders off Next one diss you on ya death bed, ya pose for Source Who the top three emcees? All they flows are soft Rap styles tired, rhyme schemes are dozin' off Pelle' the truth, ya doof Watch the tigers get loose, Tigger filin' a suit 'Cos I set fire to his booth Hitman For Hire, so gentlemen bump this Now put ya money up, let's go and do these Eminem numbers I got a family to feed I'm tired of battlin' the weak I'm sick of sandwiches all week I'm on the train carryin' heat Feel like I'm married to the street And I'm stressed 'cos I'm loyal and it's guaranteed she cheat On the home-front it's beef My parents told me get my act together I made a move, hit the dealership with chips and got this Ac' together Blackwood leather, pull-up on broads, speakers was bumpin' Hollered at heads while I attack Mookie beeper in London Staten Island we never stoppin' Get it poppin' Quit demo-shoppin', you lames ain't never droppin' Birds for the Bricks, put in workers, been at homes Motherfuckers is shook like Big Den back home S.I. we drunk and high, dance to die Hug the block 'til it's time to kiss they ass good-bye Disrespect, oh, time to kiss ya ass good-bye Ya head's fly, wifey had to kiss ya ass good-bye (Ill) When stars flash for the lenses but don't appreciate bein' taped on the strips so we camera shy (God damn!) I'm ya host this evenin', Staten slugger Fifth borough bomber, South shore This is Joseph speakin' Yo, Kayslay it's not over man I got my man June Luva, BSK Yo what's ya name god? [June Luva] Jux, yo I got them packs and if you owe me any money you gon' pump my cracks Don't worry son, if niggas front I got them gats I come through and lay 'em flat on they backs Y'all niggas know BLOW! Well let me put you on to how the shit work Pamelan but cooked it up got em going beserk I need a quick buck fift, yea Called Bebo and left a message on his cell and told him to come and hit me Bugs Bunny Nikes, Monopoly money in my sock honey Bank account like Scrooge McDuck so I'm quite comfy Don't get it confused I'm still hungry You might find ya'self in the position to want to bungy Eight flights off my project roof This ain't back in the days when niggas scrap without [?} tooth Nooooooooo.... Four fifth sparks in the dark Barks in the day, who gives a fuck what you say It's the American Way So get a grip before I stick in my clip like Mystikal and show you what I'm working wit' Don't let me find out you working wit police 'Cause I'm gonna give it to ya as fast as I could in the back of my hood I'm black and I'm good thats what the bitches tell me They say I got sex appeal, well if that shit could sell me You're gonna see me on the billboard of New York streets On Sunset Boulavard adored by L.A. freaks Taking Continental flights, ain't coming back for weeks Wasting money, calling hoes from the phone in the seats I push big toys like sixes A.C. blowing, riding wit' bitches Chinky eye, high in the pictures Collide wit' niggas, make moves across the blue skies And I don't discriminate, I sit down wit wiseguys And kiss them guys wise, and right before we slicing them pies We look each other dead in them eyes I make moves through the underground, street level If you ever heard my thunder sound, meet the devil And June Luva is hot, not worth the ice, bezzly rock My glock went clickity pop, ya'll niggas never know who the active boss JoJo make moves wit niggas in the street, put that in ya Source [Hook x2: Both [JoJo] (June Luva)] They for real... [Hold down my home town spit a dart from the heart, play the streets man they know] The deal... (Show love, get love, keep a ratchet in the glove, put it down for my homies) They ill... (South Shore, North Shore, fifth borough, ferry bandits off the boat, beef wit us?] Yo chill... (Don't make it a drama thing, keep Heaterz, Ninas down to Streetsweepers like Drama King)