Woah, surprise
Welcome to my enterprise
For all y'all just arrived
Kiss my ass 2 times
Y'all best recognize
I'm the shit, guys
Tried to compartmentalize
But I didn't know what it meant
Just like this
Sippin' bacardi
Just like this
A ladidadi
Just like this
Just like this
Just like this
Just like this
Sippin' bacardi
Just like this
A ladidadi
Don't it make you feel like shit?
Muhfucka
Don't it make you feel like shit?
Oh man
Once upon a compromise
I dressed up like a regular guy
And had my self a very good time
Once upon a compromise
I dressed up like a regular guy
and had my self a very good time
Once upon a compromise
I dressed up like a regular guy
And had my self a very good time
Woah, surprise
Make mine a super size
Fuck all this metal shit
I'm bringin' back the synthesize
Y'all best realize
I'm the shit, guys
I tried to compromise
But it came out counter clockwise
Just like this
Sippin' bacardi
Just like this
A ladidadi
Just like this
Just like this
Just like this
Ooh, touch it faggot
Just like this
Sippin' bacardi
Just like this
A ladidadi
Don't it make you feel like shit?
Muhfucka
Don't it make you feel like shit?
Oh man
Once upon a compromise
I dressed up like a regular guy
And had my self a very good time
Once upon a compromise
I dressed up like a regular guy
And had my self a very good time
Once upon a compromise
I dressed up like a regular guy
And had my self a very good time
All my fuckin' peeping toms
In my basements making bombs
I'm the most
I suppose
You couldn't possibly butter my toast
All my goth chicks writin prose
With my fingers in your nose
I'm the most
I suppose
You couldn't possibly butter my toast
Woah, surprise
Make mine a super size
Fuck all this metal shit
I'm bringin' back the synthesize
Y'all best realize
I'm the shit, guys
I tried to compromise

[Rubbabandz]
Never say, never say
[gun shots, man screaming]
[maniacal laughing]
Never say
[Shyheim]
"Rugged hip-hop" [cut and scratched]
Right back at'cha fo' the '94, '95
Plus, you know I keeps it real
Rugged Child comin back at'cha
"Rugged hip-hop" [cut and scratched]
Tellin them how them girls be actin
But you ain't got nothin, you know?
I take it one day at a time cuz I'm immune to crime
I could be out there sellin crack, but I choose to rhyme
Sometimes, don't get me wrong, I had the temptation
But I never liked the thought of incarceration
The fast money comes in quick and girls ride your dick
For when you get locked down, they don't send you shit
Come on God, you know what happens on the regular
No pictures of letters cuz they fuckin the next nigga
You get upset and send out threats, you gonna break her neck
But it would be her main man that she's givin sex
That's why you never catch me fuckin with them dollar hoes
Because they come a dime a dozen when you clockin dough
You know?
[Chorus: Rubbabandz (Shyheim)]
For all my niggas on the streets (I licka shot)
For R makin phat beats (I licka shot)
For all my niggas doin time (I licka shot)
Me, cuz I always go for mine (I licka shot)
[Shyheim]
I'm on some new shit, I gotta make dough real fast
To build up the safe, cuz some cash gotta last
I don't know how long, but yo it's gonna be a while
I'm an only child, and I got a different style
Cuz my grandmoms taught me to be wise
Look out, and realize, that life flies by
like a morph' and my ego can never be soft
or I got some raw talent, that can really come off
And I can live mad lovely, in phat ass luxury
I a big lab, like the Gotti's used to have
But that ain't all I wanna achieve
I want my kids to be paid, when this world I leave
And that means from this generation
"on & on" to how long it go, like H2O
I wanna fulfill the dreams, that my granddad homes had
To have an enterprise with money comin in brown bags
[Chorus]
[Shyheim]
Yo, I remember back in the days, bein younger nigga
Me and my cousin Kane used to go to swerve on niggas
for 40 ounces, easy wide L's and Philly's
For the brothas on the ave. who be puffin illy
Leave me in dust and dust, meanin wet and wet
That up shit that him just splicin pet
But anyway I had a ball
Jettin through my project halls at night, til I got the call
for me to come upstairs and eat
and then rewind that selector, cuz tomorrow I'm back in the streets
[Chorus]
[Shyheim]
Yeah... I'm bouncin out like this
This joint right here goin out to my man June Lova
I licka shot to my man Killa Kane
I licka rest in peace shot to 2 Cent, S and Tone
I licka shot for my peeps, RNS with this phat ass beat

Alright y'all!
I want y'all to put your hands together
And to bring on a brother
that's bound to lay more dips in your hips
More gliiiiide in your stride
And if you don't dig what's next
you got the wrong damn address
[Grand Puba - steadily getting louder]
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming (8X)
Bo! Lickshot for the blood claat
talkin that what-not, Puba come and hit on the right spot
Rhyme teller for the ladies and the fellas
and I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers
No rock'n'roll, it's just soul
Ain't nuttin changed, I still like to hit the hole
with my pole, smoke a stog' and then I roll
And when my corn hurts I wear a Dr. Scholl
I make beats, then I hit sheets
Then I build with the Gods to get the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
My knowledge is bond, so you brothers better move on
You brought your wack style, come play the horn
Grand Puba Maxwell, not on the Hollywood tip
Here comes a brother more than _2 Legit to Quit_
I'm not sleazy but I like it nice and easy
Ain't nuttin changed, I still wear my hair peasy
I like to dig it, that's how we done done dug it
I tend to work for all the ones who like to wig it
*samples cut and scratched by Alamo, including
"; I got a story I want to tell you";, "; I like to tell it like it is";*
"; Second time around";
[Grand Puba]
Check, I get boom service just like room service
And when I jump upon a stage I'm not a bit nervous
I kick the reel to rell, I never been to jail
Oops maybe one time but I had a good time
I keep my pants saggin, I'm never lolligaggin
Niggaz try to copy this they on the bandwagon
I shake my thing I do I pull a hamstring and then I call a old fling
Gotta Spike her and tell her _Do the Right Thing_
Ron Studda do the rap, Alamo'll do the overdub
'Fore we hit these 40's G, we gotta get some grub
Grand Puba *inhales* Let me take a breather
Get you hot like a fever, you'll be slammin even
So don't bother, it's the new Godfather
Tell your godson that Grand Puba is the one
"; Way back in, history, the Prodigal Son
was a, wealthy man"; (2X)
[Grand Puba]
Sing it baby, ha ha ha, bust it
No more skid row, can't get a show
Time to kick a new flow, and make the dough y'know?
I'm a Pisces I like to drink iced teas
I'm a Reese's with all the pieces
Or the Alomnd with the Joy, ten years from a boy
When I work out Puba go see Roy's
next to thirty-three, where Stud lives
You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative
Now honey don't like me cause I won't dance like Hammer
Honey ask Hammer, can he speak Puba's grammar?
I can shake a leg if I want to, but I don't want to
cause that's what my dancers do
Now I give the next man his props
But when it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me mine Hobbes
I won't diss the next brother to be great that's not my trade
but every brother, ain't a brother, word to the mother
or praises to the father, you wanna try to see this
Don't even bother!
Grand Puba, for those who came late
You try to step to this, then I'll end up-state
Word is bond, let's move on and on and on
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go!
Big up to my Now Rule brothers
All the cool ones, not the fool ones
And we gon' move it like this for the year ninety-two
Big up to my man, Positive K
Big up to my cousin Jeff
And allatha and allathat
This is how we gon' move this yo, word is bond
S.D., in the house
Definitely pumpin the shit like this
And this is how we gon' do it yo
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