[Intro: Noreaga]
Yeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother fuckin' crib, you heard
Yeah! We tryin' to get this shit poppin' over here
Huh? (Block party!) All that shit, man (Block party!)
Come over here, nigga, here
Where it's happening, here's were it's poppin' at, baby, DJ'ing that shit
[Verse 1: Noreaga]
My nigga Rich Nice called me and said get gone
You know the Kid Capri, shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform – I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and Nike'd up
Why you niggas still acting like y'all niggas is tough?
I got that one weed spot – that's that Branson stuff
Other niggas talk about it, but you see me with such
And I'm Thugged Out, catch me with the animal bunch
Gettin' head in the whip, smokin' animal blunts
G's up, hoes down, nigga – fuck them stunts
And I'll be flippin'
You get a nice chick, I like a chicken
You don't believe me? Ask Bill Clinton
Trackmasters do that shit that y'all niggas wouldn't
And Kid Capri do the shit that you niggas couldn't
And I smoke green from Cali, I'm wild at the rally
I'm ill like Shaq in the paint with an alley'
My nigga Big Pun will sit on y'all cats
Ayo, my nigga Kid Capri will just shit on y'all tracks
And we ain't got no love for y'all wax
We love big ass keys and y'all like little ass cracks
[Verse 2: Kid Capri]
I could rock a rhyme as quick as I could clock the time
Y'all niggas clockin' mine, 'cause I'm getting lots of shine
Kid Capri could be the cat that could change the face of rap
Let me hear you trace the map, the Bronx is where I'm stationed at
The fake foes hangin' out with fake hoes
Y'all 'spose to be the one that keep it jumping
While you're standing there, frontin'
The Black Italian – y'all chicas better keep it smiling
From here to Wards Island
Motherfuck all the stylin'
Keep the money piling, or either sign the check
Y'all niggas pay attention to any rhyme I wet
It's time to jet
To ever bless a line I get
Y'all fools are straight falling off as I climb the deck
The Kid Capri causing haters DJ misery
Number one for a while, son, check your history
By the way, all you talkers need to practice what you got to say
'Cause you lacking every day, Pun make these rappers pay
[Verse 3: Big Punisher]
Yo, it's your man from Puerto Rico
That slaughters peoples like raw perico
I'm for the people – fire power, not a total recall
Look out your peephole and I'll bloodshot your baby blues
Look at my 'chismo and my mugshot in the Daily News
How many crews I gotta run through when it come to
Gettin' raw – I'm The Predator, comin' to hunt you
Niggas think it's something sweet on the fuckin' street
But I be there busting my heat, when there's nothin' to eat
Fuck it, I cheat 'cause that's the ghetto's anthem
I know the devil's laughing every time he hears somebody's metal clappin'
Ain't no napping in the city, 'cause it never sleeps
Wake up like "What happen?!" when I bust a cap in your feather geese
I met at least a thousand cats, with a thousand raps
But how many acts actually ever really come out of rap?
Just a few, I'll pull this track through your vestibule
And turn the rest of you corn niggas into vegetables
