Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

[Chorus: Treach]

Till death do us, can't move us

We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter

Holler if you hear this, realness, thugs gon' feel this

Brooklyn banger, Jersey jackin', steal shit

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]

Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [Sho nuff]

Raised hell to alot of different degrees

And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms

To flare arms, whenever we fear harm

It's near (yeah, clack-clack), keep it right there

If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier

I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool

Come to teach the new school, true school jewels

I'm never followin' them fools, I'm a real stand up dude

I makes my own motherfuckin' rules

So what's it gonna be, let me know

Bucka, bucka, blow, bucka, blow, blow, there you go

And we foul to eliminate these habits

And the best way is to eliminate these faggots

All disrespect intended

To anybody who may be offended, by the way I represented

And I'm no stranger, to danger

Danze is a strange man and I'm filled with anger

Now ain't that ghetto, for ya

Cocksucka, we will proceed to squeeze

It's raw, muthafuckas

[Chorus: Treach]

Till death do us, can't move us

We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter

Holler if you hear this, realness, thugs gon' feel this

Brooklyn banger, Jersey jackin', steal shit

Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough titty to us

We'll be stompin' bitches till they shoot us, get wild

(Get wild, get wild, get wild)

(Get wild, get wild, get wild, get wild)

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]

Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire

Barefooted, kicked down doors for my whole empire

Rapid Fire, (First Family), Rapid Fire (M.O.P.)

See, I know a lot, seen a lot, done been thru a lot

Took a lot, never took a shot

God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason

Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'

Reminisce on them feels I was bringin'

Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin'

Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that

You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back

Lil' Fame never was a shady ass nigga

When it was on, we stomp fools and the gravy ass nigga

So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me

(Fizzy Womack) That was my nigga

[Chorus: Treach]

Till death do us, can't move us

We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter

Holler if you hear this, realness, thugs gon' feel this

Brooklyn banger, Jersey jackin', steal shit

[Verse 3: Treach]

You did ya hit you had to do most, five minutes and you go

Comin' with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo

Doin' this shit since gettin' whipped for wastin' grits

And sneakin' out when mom had late shifts and same mix

Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows

I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows

I'm subtly followed and find and fucked up

Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck

My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back

Roll crazy with eighty rollin' in stollin' jack act

Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks

I'm on the map for bringin' the bitch outta niggas on wax

What, with M.O.P!

[Chorus: Treach]

Till death do us, can't move us

We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter

Holler if you hear this, realness, thugs gon' feel this

Brooklyn banger, Jersey jackin', steal shit

Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us

We'll be stompin' bitches till they shoot us, get wild

(Get wild, get wild, get wild)

(Get wild, get wild, get wild, get wild)

[Outro]

Yeah, salute, salute