BET's rap city

[Intro: Young Zee]

Uh

Eagle, what up?

Young

Sing, kids

Little badass kids, bricks

This shit ain't PG, this shit rated X

Fuck

[Verse 1: Young Zee]

Young, R.I.P. Easy E

Open mic Eric Sermon and I'm young PMD

Plus I DJ like Evil D

I don't bang but still it's Playboy PBG

I got fans like R. Kelly, please pee on me

I'm solo now, bow to the new king Young Zee

I dropped the twelve disciples, they tryna eat for free, hahahaha

We want the cash and the Bimmer keys

I stuffed the eagle in your fuckin' niece's teeth

Bricks, we leave people six feet beneath

My knife sharp as the claw on the eaglе's feet

I had guns that sweeped the street beforе Keef was Chief

I played Isleys Between the Sheets at a meet and greet

And Teena Marie

Please don't try me, please

Or get shot with IEDs, bam

[Interlude: Open Mike Eagle]

One, two

Hey, one, two, check, one, two

Wishin' that they were all

One, two, one, two

Yeah

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]

Yeah, we bump the outhouse demos

Singin' out of townhouse windows

(Mama say mama sa mama coosa)

Aunts pacin' for blood circulation

It's outside Chi, I grew up percolatin'

Doin' footwork impersonations and got busy

The TV was fuzzy, the channel was not Disney

Snares trapped like a caught grizzly

Caught hell like a launched Frisbee

Used to eat at Catfish Digby's, little Eagle in the big city

I made a count like this many

I'm in a fountain try a pinch pennies

We had to run, it was unfriendly

Stuck out her tongue like, "Come get me"

Summer sun, she was mad pretty

Watchin' the bootleg of Hav Plenty

This BET's Rap City

And shout to Zee for goin' back with me

One, two, one, two, yeah

[Outro: Open Mike Eagle & Sample]

All of the people

Look at the children

Wishing that they were all

Look at the children

All of the people

Look at the children

Wishing that they were

Look at the children