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(Intro)
Yes, yes yâall we going to keep it going strong
All night long (what) we donât even believe in dumbing out
(Never that) Yo we got a special guest in the place
By the name of Celph Titled (Yeah, yeah)
The Rubix Cuban (What up, what up)
What up Celph, man (Yeah)
Yo, how you doing?
(Celph Titled: Yo, ainât nothing man, just down and dirt about my scratch)
Oh word?
(Yo know what I mean)
So you going to kick something for the listeners or what?
(Oh, no doubt, yo)
(Verse 1: Celph Titled)
Now listen up, I ainât one for all of that tough guy chat
I come from East Waters Avenue, where niggas cock they gats at
Learned how to stack funds without pushing crack crumbs
Credit card fraud from pay phones getting cash sums
Back in â91, old school Tampa shit
Robbing lowriders for they tape decks, amps and kits
And we was never shook of cops
If we saw you getting shaped up
Weâd turn the barbershop into a butcher shop
Nowadays we more chill but get more ill
Keep a burner for protection like I got a force field
No more Juice Crew, just faggots wearing Fubu
But thatâs cool, cause F.U. I wouldnât want to B.U
Niggas creep through with firearms thatâll bang your back
A rotten ski mask that look more like a ninja mask
I rap like a trained assassin marine, piece the time machine
Write in night vision now my rhymes are green
I represent Demigodz and Army of the Pharoses
Collecting old guns, spending bread on ran toast
But if Iâm getting on a track and you ainât as nice as me
I up the fee, spit a verse and charge you for the price of three
Yeah and thatâs a rap
A rap for all you string bean mother fuckers
Oh my bad, my bad, can we curse
(Yeah, donât sweat it Celph)
Oh, alright, my bad
Thatâs a rap for you string bean mothers day advocates
You know what I mean, show some love to your mom
I know I did