Artist: DJ Kay Slay f/ Poster Boy, Shells, Grafh, Cassidy, and Jae Hood Album: The Streetsweeper Vol. 1 Song: New Jack City Typed by: email@example.com [Poster Boy] Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin' I'm the reason custies is comin' to the Carter Buildin And it aint no tellin what I do They may find ya body on 16th smellin like a (*jew*) I'm the number one stunna when it comes to the east In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat Nigga this is my block, Name a nigga who run me out Friday come, you and you have your money out Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out Send her to ER with half her tummy out No C-section, no infants comin out She cant have babies again Me and Kay gettin money so its feelin like the eighties again Holla! [Shells] Ayo, You boys is silly, i'm next since Pac and Biggie And I'm Bout Major Figgas like Dutch and Gillie Catch Shells all-star weekend down in Philly On my hip, pack heat like a bowl of chilly Look - I Clap milli's, act willy, you a chump Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors And my watch ice'd out like Jacobs store When you boys gon learn I got this game lock What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a biscuit I got rock and roll bullets, leave limps like bizkit So hey, its ya life involved - act like it is My chain light gray like trash can lids If one of yall take my chain - none of yall live You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did! [Grafh] 'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minute is asolama laken 2 minutes later is where's my salamy bacon Niggaz swear the product the makin' requires rockin a aprin They liars cause its Betty Crocker they bakin Not that I'm sayin that I Cook, Cause I dont I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put on the boat The hookers'll open they jaw for free Fuck being a gentleman, ya girlfriend open the door for me When a pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day The day the dick had ya mother next up one way I come up one way drunk pushin a porshe Make beef and i'm cookin the sauce - Gravy! I be lookin like a boss I pop at ya hood on ya snorkle til I have the fur lookin like a scarf Lookin like I robbed 'em Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop Holla, cheah! [Cassidy] Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack Where that shit at? Get that 'for I bust shots! Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to Front if you want to, And get slumped with the gun too Gimme mine cause any time I could run through And put ya brains on the mini blinds in sun roof Try run dog, you can try hide man But when I bust the gun dog, you gon die man I drinkin rum dog and I'm gettin high man Say good bye man or a prayer - "Aman" Look It aint hard to get at you dudes I screw waitresses that'll slip shit in ya food I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells I got it locked from Illadelph to ATL The wait is over, I'm a take it over I'm a bubble like vinegar and baking soda Easy! [Jae Hood] Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga - I don't respect wack rhymes If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't kill time Yall cowards don't want beef, why even start? Yall like dicks in the pool - none of yall hard Come thru in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie Holdin my hammer cause she know its dirty You got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats what Lay you on ya back and yall chumps'll really see whats up On the real, yall niggaz better chill Think ya crew spittin flames - I'll put ya hot dogs on the grill It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin me Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me Call me a director - I give clips to ya broad Bullets is like gum - How they stick in ya jaw Go 'head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart And leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cart This aint just beats and bars, Its things i'll do to you In Compton fuck, I'm tryin to get through to you The gauge'll open ya chest like vics How you went from being soft to hard - niggaz is dicks I don't wanna hear nothin bout ya coke and ya toast Liars get shot in they tongue - I'll put the mack to ya throat motherfucker!