On The Mic

And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!"

Yo twin, I do my thing, baby Cuban Link is one in a million

Me and my squad of villains be stealin and robbin/Robin like Williams

Then we hop in the BM convertible, I'll verbally murder you

Wit a versatile verse or two, up close and personal, word

I'm Universal like the Studios, put my foot up your booty-hole duke

Then burn that ass like ?Manculio Jew?

Pass the uzi, pun the left hand side and let the best man try

To come test Spanish Fly

Um shorty, how you make it slip like that?

Yo I love it when you wrap your legs around my back

I remember when you used to act shitty and pass

On the video, now you wan' give me that ass

It's all love though, money make the world rotate

I'll be hittin them hips till they dislocate

Yo I'm official wit the pipe game, I ain't no clown

Big Ju mami, gon' make your love come down

Aiyyo Ju, I speak original, to me there's no comparison

Cuz when it comes to microphones, I'm nicer than Samaritans

I cause embarrassment to rappers, think you servin me?

Y'all could bring the gasoline, but ain't a brotha ever burnin me

My youths concernin me, eternally of the infirmiry

Stalkin these clowns, walkin around, times similar to Germany

Chokin the ground as the skies turn to burgundy

The illest lyricist, that's why these rappers wanna murder me, what!

Chorus

La di Da di, we love to party

We always cause trouble when we guzzle Bacardi

And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!"

Aiyyo remember how I used to break them down

I got tears for years when I used to shake them down

And then I dust em off, no come, I calm none done finito

Hit the bad freaks but, be that man burnin the chico

You see yo, mouth pieces, bitch pieces

Four releases, five times in human pieces

Shit ceases, no beef wit the great one

The black sheep could snuff asleep, could bust a fake one

Get your snot-box Rocked like Charles Dutton

Who else could it be, but no other than the P part three

Still out for cash and killa noise nigga

Spark lah, stay high bring your boys nigga

Head in the sky where it's supposed to be

Writers approachin me, tryin to get close to me

Thinkin about roastin me, psssst...you gotta be jokin me

I'm ultimately one of the top MC's, drop MC's

Lock it down like Monopoly, ain't a damn thing stoppin me

Yo yo, now you just done heard five raw MC's

Last but not least Black, bout to blaze these trees

Shit be real walkin in the streets in NYC

I just, hold my head, that thug shit ain't me

Son you know how it be, offically feelin mad vibe inside of me

Catch me on a island, still screamin "Fuck that!"

Drop a charter, we on tracks

Yo Black rep that, everytime I'm on wax

Yo yo, yo yo La di Da di, we love to party

"Just some men, we're just some men that's on the mic

And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!"

(You don't stop)

Yo yo, La di Da di, we love to party

"Just some men, we're just some men that's on the mic

And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic RIGHT!