Spittin On Ye Citystreets

(álbum: One For The Mrs. - 2011)

We coming for ye mind
We coming for ye brain
We coming in the night
We coming here to stay
We bringing something aight
Something you can't explain
We bringing something that you can't, break

Can't deny
That oh so many tried
But they got left behind
Silent 'n unstatisfied
We comin for ye daughters
Their virginities
Nobody here to stop us
'Cus we got illabeats
We got 'm stinking feet
Sweaty socks up in our sneakers
Sumping, spittin on ye citystreets
Ain't got condoms in our pockets
Be 'm non stoppin cherry poppers
What's up? chef in the scene

Who got the biggest toys?
Chef'special
Makin ye boy feelin
Less special
Who bout to grap the mic?
Chef'special
Makin ye guy feeling
Less special

Aight there I said it man
No need for direspect
Forget the fact
We remind you of the shit you lack
We be credible cus
One fifth of us is black
'What the fuck's that supposed to mean?'
One fifth of us is black
Don't make me look funny
I'll kick ye lunch money
24/7 hungry
You got nuttin on me
We comin for ye daughters
Their virginities
Nobody here to stop us
Cus we got illabeats
'N we got 'm stinking feet
Sweaty socks up in our sneakers
Jumpin, spittin, rockin in ye citystreets

Who got the biggest toys?
Chef'special
Makin ye boy feelin
Less special
Who bout to grap the mic?
Chef'special
Makin ye guy feeling
Less special