[Verse 1: Treach]
My thoughts are thunderin', tumblin'
Sons of snitches switches from yellin' to mumblin'
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not with Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary as I roll reality through galaxies
For centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of weed
With a chain representin' penitentiaries
From warrin' towns to Bordentown, from Newark to Illtown
And all you know from lifers, Rikers to Folsom
Wasn't drivin' too fast, I was flyin' too low
You think I'm rockin' too quick, I think you're listenin' too slow
I'm abruptly constructin' a pumpin' assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best thing since humpin'
Struckin' by an obstruction of turnin' somethin' to nothin'
From poor things to more things and still rippin' every function
Funkin' it up, pumpin' it up, chumpin' the ducks
Lookin' to hump Ms. Junk in the Trunk, pumpin' me up
[Chorus: Treach]
Jersey homies are the craziest!
New York homies are the craziest!
DC homies are the craziest!
Philly homies are the craziest!
California homies are the craziest!
Chi-town homies are the craziest!
Texas homies are the craziest!
Utah homies are the craziest!
[Verse 2: Vin Rock]
My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff
You get rushed, you get bust you call yourself callin' my bluff
Enough's enough! I'm puttin' it down on the real end
This one goes out to all the people who be questionin' my skills
I been rockin' since Lee twills
And we feel that we build careers of steel
So all the rest come up and test, but only stress is what you'll find
Thinkin' Vinnie don't write, and Vinnie can't rhyme
Shrinkin' the sleepin' MC, I eat like Good 'n' Plenty
Lyrically spankin' ya — that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
Young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
They don't begin with no lyin' professor
They begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
Lesser a man should ever challenge the clan
With thirteen years experience of rippin' mics put in our hands
[Chorus: Treach]
Detroit homies are the craziest!
Miami homies are the craziest!
Little Rock homies are the craziest!
Oak-town homies are the craziest!
[Verse 3: Treach]
I got barbarians to Bogard me in at a club that barred me when
A broad got thrown like her bra
And born again, thrown aboard, a brim is broke
To the back, I brawl and bad from brains to balls
The boots, word to Burt, bam, boo, break the loot
Blowin' up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
Assume the same suit, drop that fly sh—
With the Flavor 'cause Shakim's last name ain't Suzuki, but still my sidekick
Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
You ain't rollin' if our tape ain't what ya ride wit'
Brothers snipe cliques, so I'm on a knife tip
Like Da Youngsta's, 'bout to take you on some "Hip Hop Ride" sh—
If you ain't jumpin', then don't pump it
I'm hittin' Jermaine in Atlanta 'cause he owe me loot for that "Jump" sh—
Drop astronauts, I rock it!
And from now on, if you bite my style, when I see you, I'm in your pockets!
[Chorus: Treach]
Cleveland homies are the craziest!
Carolina homies are the craziest!
Virginia homies are the craziest!
Kentucky homies are the craziest!
St. Louis homies are the craziest!
Atlanta homies are the craziest!
Maryland homies are the craziest!
San Diego homies are the craziest!
Seattle homies are the craziest!
Boston homies are the craziest!
Illtown homies are the craziest!
Zoo Crew homies are the craziest!
Jersey City homies are the craziest!
All my Newark homies are the craziest!
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