[Intro: Blu]
Turn me up, turn me up
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Blu]
Big Boi and don't forget boy
Only thing you could be is down when it hit boy
I'm just a bridge, boy, tryna get Rich Boy
To put some new Ds on the 'Lac with the switch boy
Two chains, two tits boy
You niggas know the deal, Blu for real like Clipse boy
Uh, Mike Jack off the wall like Quinc' boy
You think I'm just showing my ass? You think I'm Prince boy?
You used a kid boy
You claiming killer but that glove don't fit boy
You ain't holding no weight, no real bricks boy
You niggas pitching wishes at the well with the fish boy
Fuck is this boy thinking? He ain't this boy
We the shit boy, take a shit and make a wish
And find a grave to dig cause we real boy
Take our queue, get off the tip boy
And cough it up cause, you ain't shit boy
You should sit boy, sis boy
Drink a fifth, take a piss and take the dick
This shit'll put hair on your chest, Boyz II Men boy
[Hook: Nitty Scott, MC & Blu]
These lil' niggas buggin', gotta quit the frontin'
Wet behind the ears, baby boy, you just a youngin'
Rookie, you ain't rough enough for buckin' nothin'
You ain't thuggin', nah, you ain't thuggin'
I bet you tight, you wanna fight, boy?
It's passed your bedtime, goodnight, boy
This shit don't happen overnight, boy
Just calm down, you'll be aight, boy (That's right)
[Verse 2: Blu]
We brought it back son, like wax son
You just wack son, yeah, whack!
Brought Jill to the jam and got jacked son
You don't know what you've got until it's Janet Jackson
We go back son, like that son
'88, you was based off crack son
Me? I was putting bass on a track son
I had a rat smack you in your face when it slap somethin'
Ask son if you shine like the black sun
Didn't think sort of ink could flood a map son
So heavy that the levees had to crack son
And make you crap son, for making crap son
Go crash son, there's no class son
You getting stung like dad whipping that ass
For that last report card you had, you barely passed son
Pass son the math, we getting cash, Boyz II Men!
[Hook: Nitty Scott, MC]
These lil' niggas buggin', gotta quit the frontin'
Wet behind the ears, baby boy, you just a youngin'
Rookie, you ain't rough enough for buckin' nothin'
You ain't thuggin', nah, you ain't thuggin'
I bet you tight, you wanna fight, boy?
It's passed your bedtime, goodnight, boy
This shit don't happen overnight, boy
Just calm down, you'll be aight, boy
[Verse 3: Blu]
So what you thought kid? You was the boss kid?
You manage Ross kid, I'm Rick Ross
Off kids' heads coming off the top kid
We coming off the block with the Glocks kid
Pow, they gon' pop so they don't get popped kid
Pop shit and turn it to a mystery, pop quiz
Popped jizz now it is what it is kid
Tom Hanks, Chris Wallace, big kid
I'm like the Juice Crew, I know the Biz kid
Rakim before the loot, wiz kid
Peabody of the party
I piss kids off when I spit kid, talk to the dick kid
Kids lost, runnin round with the sharks
Drowned in the ground and got found in the park
Uh, tossed in the ditch, for walking with the fifth
We sparkin' after dart at your heart, can I live kid?
It's back to this kid, we pack the clips kid
Hey, Boyz II Men kid
[Hook: Nitty Scott, MC]
These lil' niggas buggin', gotta quit the frontin'
Wet behind the ears, baby boy, you just a youngin'
Rookie, you ain't rough enough for buckin' nothin'
You ain't thuggin', nah, you ain't thuggin'
I bet you tight, you wanna fight, boy?
It's passed your bedtime, goodnight, boy
This shit don't happen overnight, boy
Just calm down, you'll be aight, boy
