It's Workin'

CHORUS

It's workin' It's workin'

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

I play for keeps sidewalks and streets we reign and we pop and daily

routine sweeps.

It's the fanatic can't kick the habit so there you have it I'm a

addict.

When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds grab

the braids in my head.

Everybody get lifted remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction

to the new episode.

With the Double I countin' down to explode.

Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the

core

everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.

I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess

it's going' down, not now, right now.

So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine

fanny,

I miss my mammy.

And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny

that's

my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're

still family.

Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might

wind

up doing that same old cruddy shit.

Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin',

buckshottin', your ass is shot.

CHORUS

It's workin', It's workin'

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can

I

know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this

African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick

wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and

Stayed

cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the

unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the

score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by

puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step

KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy

be

a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in

the

streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on

your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style

that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic

we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit

cancel

Christmas won't stop this slick shit

CHORUS

It's workin', It's workin'

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!

time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my

illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter

of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka

truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from

being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try

some

butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool

head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin'

house

done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack

taht

ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's

unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you

layin' there flat as a flapjack

We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef

you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear

these

and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man

what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't

be

caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill

man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker

way

beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue

to

go on until you're up and gone

When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with

my

friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for

hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of

ten

scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground

with no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust

check

out us Illtown niggaz rock