Artist: Rocks the World f/ J-Boo, Madam Scheez Album: Rocks the World MC's Song: Bring it On Typed by: Davida.b. [Intro: Madam Scheez (J-Boo)] Yeah, uh, Madam Scheez up in this piece tonight (J-Boo baby) Yo J-Boo (whatup?) tell em what's crackin out here in these streets (Yeah you know how we do baby) QB to Cali baby, check it out, what [Madam Scheez] Hold down the fort with no fear, we all here Massive, no mercy, call me worthy, the realest for real Find the time to recognize, look in the eyes of a prize Fuck around and ran across the baddest bitches alive Take time to use caution, weigh out your options Cuz ya'll falling off is too often I be the one to floss men like Mami's home Time for big pimpin and the crime is on [J-Boo] I keep it thoro with these bars I spit Late night in the pit, bangin hit after hit Ain't no tellin how I come smash on this NY collabo, county stash on this Yeah we keep this shit bangin to the top of the line Whoopty whoop, nigga what, at a drop of a dime It's the takeover, straight shaking em down Got em shook by the way my team breaking them down, so bring it on [Chorus: Madam Scheez (J-Boo)] Hot shit, bitches got it locked Won't stop cuz it don't stop (bringin it on, what) Real niggas came to rock the spot It won't stop cuz it don't stop (bringin it on, what) Hot shit, real bitches on the block Won't stop, cuz it don't stop (bringin it on, what) Real niggas came to rock the spot It won't stop cuz it don't stop (bringin it on, what) [Madam Scheez] I be like the checkmaster, here to help this pawn Got my mind crumped tight, once again it's on Redbone, too much, knicky knock when I bust Spit shit, get shit, but it's never enough Madam Scheez, nigga please, ain't no fadin me black Ya'll suckas keep on hating cuz I got it like that Come on, I be the one to rock, rock your body Hit up the club and turn out the party [J-Boo] You can jump up in the pit that you feel the flames You know the code, never go against the grain And I'mma ride to the death of you got my back Any bitch tryin to front gon get blazed with that Just hit em up, let your soul lift up It ain't a game, we can all get buck But when it comes to these streets, you be pressing your luck Stick and move baby, that's whats up [Chorus] [Madam Scheez] Real bitches make the world go round And, uh, real niggas steady holdin it down And, uh, punk snitches get a whole in the ground And hood rat bitches stay strictly hood bound I'm like the fly type, always hangin with the guy type Do or die hype, on the grind to get the cash right The right type, seems I'm going in the limelight Brining on heat harder then the concrete [J-Boo] Yeah you know I stay reppin my block QB, throw it up, we be blowin the spot With my westside pretty thug, bangin em out Big Scheez baby, holdin it down [Madam Scheez] Without a doubt [J-Boo] Unstoppable, who you know fuckin with this? Ain't no click alive comin harder than this So bring it on, or we could just thug it all out I'm on my grind in the bricks baby, holding it down [Chorus X2] [Outro: Madam Scheez (J-Boo)] Yeah, Big Scheez, J-Boo, QB to Cali collabo (Rocks The Worlds baby, for life