It's Workin'

[Chorus]

It's workin' (It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop)

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop)

[Verse 1]

I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets

We raiding your block and daily routine sweeps

It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit

So there you have it, I'm a addict

When I'm near the mic, I gots to grab it

Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head

Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said

"This is your introduction to the new episode"

With the Double I countin' down to explode

Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more

Livin' rotten to the core

[Chorus]

It's workin' (It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop)

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop)

[Verse 2]

Everybody to the right, 'cause all I got left is my flow

I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean

Uh-oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now

So I got down with the git down for Illtown, huh

Figure it's the fine Fanny

I miss my mammy and you could ask my uncle Randy

I'm grateful for my granny nanny, that's my mother's mammy

Two little brothers with different fathers but we're still family

Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets

'Cause I might wind up doing that same old cruddy shit

Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood

Back cockin' buck shottin', your ass is shot

[Chorus]

It's workin' (It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop)

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop)

[Verse 3: Treach]

Can you chill a can? Can you spill a can? Can you kill a can?

I know I can, I know I can-can

An American, an Republican, fucking with this African-can

From this Kian land, I know I can

It's a war wick, wick, wick, wack that's Dionne

Dionne should have predicted her quick trip

And stayed cool like fuckin' Freon

Or get frozen for eons and beyond

Bein' the unbelievable bastard I be

Well believe that shit's some be on

Settle the score, check Melba needs more

Since now she poor, looks to get richer by

Puttin' rap up in the picture, I'll fix ya

Backwards blindfold step (KLICKOW')

Your ass like Calvin, so butts get kicked now

Forgive the enemy be a friend of me you teach

But forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the streets (In the streets)

Preach love, practice hate, break tapes and chatterin'

Streaks on your structure stain your whole establishment (Your whole establishment)

Let's get specifical style that's horrific

Twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic (Terroristic)

We'll lift it then shift it, brandish the biscuit, finish you nitwit

Cancel Christmas, won't stop this slick shit

[Chorus]

It's workin' (It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop)

Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop)

[Verse 4]

Time to loose it up, I'm a loose nut, watch crews get cut Bring it to my Illtown grounds and lose your butts

But what, is the matter? Matter of fact

I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap

Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter

See Dolores sucka truck, I shoulda told you large Marge sent her

Two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches with no lunches

Step with the punches and try some butt crunches

Get your hands clappin' front and the back

And keep a cool head for all my swingers packin'

Attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house

Done travelled a million miles and I'm still kickin' styles

Back smack that ass back, now how's about that?

You feel about as shitty as a baby's unwiped ass crack (Crack)

I'll crack a bat dead on the back, black

And leave you layin' there, flat as a flapjack

We ain't friends to the end, I blasted Chuckie

After this instead of beef, you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky

Lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be no more you

Ooh! ooh! like no world's series

Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude Rottin' Razkal kid man

What's happenin'? Check the skills on the real it's best to chill

Don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal, it's ill

Man this shit is deep, huh! I'm goin' deep

Undercover like a muthafucka way beneath the sheets

Full blows get thrown to the upper dome

And continue to go on until you're up and gone

When we spot a block knock no tellin' where the rest will go

Hustle with my friends, straight ballin' like testicles

Bowlin' for dollars, rollin' for hours, rappers the pin strike is my friend

They be took out in groups of ten

Scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?"

On the ground with no sound with just boots and chins

Yeah and you don't stop

Just check out us Illtown niggas rock