My thoughts are thundering, tumblin Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu Witta chain representing penitentiaries from Roman town to Borentown From Newark to Illtown And all you know from lifers, Rikers ta foesome Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up
Chorus:
Jersey niggas are the craziest New York niggas are the craziest DC niggas are the craziest Philly niggas are the craziest LA niggas are the craziest Chi town niggas are the craziest Texas niggas are the craziest Utah niggas are the craziest
Verse 2: Vin Rock
My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you get bust You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough I'm puttin it down on the real end This one goes out to all the people who be questioning my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz and we feel that we build careers of steel So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find thinkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes They don't begin wit no lying professor they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands
Chorus:
Detroit niggas are the craziest Miami niggas are the craziest Little Rock niggas are the craziest Oak Town niggas are the craziest
Verse 3: Treach
I got barbarians to bogard me in at a club that barred me when a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit Fuck astronauts I rock it and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets
Chorus:
Cleveland niggas are the craziest Virginia niggas are the craziest Kentucky niggas are the craziest St. Louis niggas are the craziest Atlanta niggas are the craziest Maryland niggas are the craziest San Diego niggas are the craziest Seattle niggas are the craziest Boston niggas are the craziest Illtown niggas are the craziest Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest Jersey City niggas are the craziest All my Newark niggas are the craziest
