[ Featuring De La Soul, Dj Chokolate ]
(Yeah) one two, one two
(It's Goon Time, baby, the streets is ours)
That's right I made that name First Serve, I'ma serve my shit first ('cause we heard it first)
(Big shout out to my man Chokolate)
King's Hill, Trinity Ave., man, y'all stand the f*ck up on this one (it's the break-up)
(Pop Life, Deen Witter)
You already know what it is (and, aah)
Platinum on plaques live infinite flying elite
It's Pop Life (Pop Life) many done heard
The word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter
Gave himself a pink slip, dude couldn't handle
Scared to get his hands dirty (peace)
Tony Randall, these episodes of Odd Couples' cancelled
Devoid of simpty (meaning) not in sync
Could give a f*ck of what you think yo, but watch what you say
I wasn't raised for you to tiptoe through them two lips (nah)
Don't get knocked on ya ass from from what's passed through lips
I'm equipped with that one two check, shot out the syringe
We merge into the traffic, travel throughout your body
To relay the classic hymns (hollowed be thy name)
Your name's hollow and your fame shoulda followed
Face it yo, your glow is diminishing
While your new nemesis is findin that genesis
No need for tissue 'cause there's no need for crying
Life's the main issue even when lives are dying
The world'll keeps spinnin without givin an eye blink (so?)
So I'ma keep spendin' while I'm rockin' on my minks (yeah)
And don't even think this in your little subordinates to my coordinates
I send 'em right to Jesus' crib
Think I'm talkin crazy? Yes I'm very
F*ck you and your mom, she look like Tyler Perry with a wig, nigga
(Uh-oh, it ain't over now)
It's part two in this bitch (Goon Time)
You f*ckin' with the wrong group of people
Lenore Agnes Witter (I'ma let mama tell it)
You f*ckin' heard my name, we do this shit, nigga
Ya heard me? ya heard me?
Get they ass, baby (get 'em)
Wack niggas fantasize of borrowin' flows
Tell the big mouth that the bank is closed
The shit I stand for is off-limit to challengers (yeah, baby)
You twirl the baton while I'm swingin' this Excalibur (bitch nigga)
And ma co-signed it, peep you're side-windin'
Brokeback Mountain-ass climbin'
Shoulda known blood didn't mix with vinegar
You sinister, ya hot cha-cha hand is soiled
Caught up in the cake mix, you're expired and wasted
The only runnin the streets you doin is with laced-up Asics
You're basic, see this boy's a boiled egg
Soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow
My man Acapello said he heard you up the block runnin' your mandies
He had a full clip in the candy
He was ready to take the wrapper off, applaud your physical and BURP you
Nigga you a purple hanky (you a purple hanky, bitch)
A young Prince f*ckin with Doughboy
The only boys in the hood you got, is a car mechanic
You are a panic, a gamut of audible ass whippin's is lined up
Tear that behind up (easy)
It's men here, take your pumps off
You ain't a ho, you just a jump-off
Call a nigga Froggy (uh-uh, call that nigga Maurice)
See me in the streets, I'm like the "Da-Dant Daaan"
(That's right, Deen Witter, bitch)
(Uh-uh, looks like it's gon' get ugly up in this one)
Shit, damn right it got ugly
I mean, brother against brother
(That's my word if I see that nigga in the streets, I'ma bust his ass)
Fam takin' sides and shit
(Ayo, ya man Pop, he always pussy)
I mean the f*cked-up thing about it, the nigga Goon Time
He profittin on the whole thing (yeah)
What we gon do now?
It's all f*cked-up now, it's all f*cked up now
Yeah it was f*cked-up for a minute
Yo, I wind up layin' low for 'bout four months
But after they came and kicked down Goon Time's door
(Oh) I had to bounce
