[Hook: José "Perico" Hernandez]
{*Spanish*} Watch out!
{*Spanish*} Watch out!
{*Spanish*} Watch out!
{*Spanish*} Watch out!
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
Get up and do The Biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell, whether Jew or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of the BX
Can old school it like a T-Rex
Ya well advanced, connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry White's throat box
The fix you done copped was mixed by Troy Hightower
My power grants me the chicks, the clothes, the cars
An image which the mold disbarred
You won't escape, no matter who you are
Yeah, I'm bound to ground you like that
[Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove]
Put they ass on the mound and introduce 'em to the baseball
Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex
Text book characters gettin' etched out the rough draft
Rush Limbaugh autographed her left titty
New York, New York – yeah, we bigger than the buildings (Yeah)
Do it for the love of the art and the childrens
The dough, paper maché, up inside of ya models
CBR throttles, we Zip by your disk drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya life, when you down eight lives
Top of the night, I'm up in ya queens, like "Ah, yeah!"
[Hook: José "Perico" Hernandez]
{*Spanish*} Watch out!
{*Spanish*} Watch out!
[Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove]
Introducin', introducin' to you – Dave
Batter on-deck, carded every time I step foot in the joint
Gamma ray artist, I'll two-piece ya Tracy – if she wanna get bent?
We bring her to the tent!
Touch her 'til her back indent
Wrap it extra strength
Run a lap on her, calculatin' the length
Holdin' mics tighter than hymens
Old school it like Holly Hobbie head-to-head Easy Baker Oven
Strong Jerome lovin' – man, I hit the pad too
We 'Panther Power', keep it all relative to the '60s
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like I'm rockin' Popeye's jeans
Classic like "Reuben and Ra"
One nigga under the groove – we shootin' for that Parliament high
Bust bigger than the 4th of July
Take the back seat drive out while we push from the hip
[Verse 4: Posdnuos, (Trugoy The Dove)]
Aiyyo – ain't nothin' street about me, more like a light post
Shinin' above all – who are y'all to boast?
Stayed calm when harm came to me to host
My vocab grabs many, lungs that cultivate raps
Since Kim Fields' mom jacked Penny (Woo!)
Used to be an unknown around the way
Now my biz became a bouqet – every nose in it
Fillin' up seats like a session in the Senate
Been a minute since you heard the Soul
So the Soul gon' toss ya three
All you people wanna front like the Soul don't hold control
But it don't mean shit to me
Plain to see that a song like this been what ya all missed (C'mon)
Genuine adrenaline from off the wrists
We run the interference throughout the game clout
Can't be denied the bout – for the title
Throw up the dough and hold the pose like an idol
[Verse 5: Trugoy the Dove]
Bring it back to the draw
Ghosts of Grand Wiz Theodore
Played dirty with it, ever since playing on the floor
Stock verbal assaults – just 'In Case Of War: Break Glass'
Steel vaults bigger than giraffes
But they still tellin' lies to me
I heard 'em say a lot of niggas rep the underground,
They'd die for the underground, but ain't makin' no money...
Stupid