I say hey now c'mon y'all
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Hey now c'mon y'all
I've never been caught but my hands may be dirty
I do dames the way I like, I get mike's controlled
I'll kill ya livestock
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
Something I can't sweat, kid, you never see my worry
I say hey now c'mon y'all
I got rhymes finese, I got rhymes galore
I get off Madd flows like a pack of Eskimo's
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Stickin' to the roof of your mouth like some chippin'
And you stepin' to me is just an empty threat
I'm Danny Boy with the Hard Core style
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Hey now c'mon y'all
Brooklyn heart breaker
I got rhymes for heads, I got rhymes for skins
I make ya shudder when I rock your soul
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
'Cause every word I utter rock's the sky's from the gutter
Peanut butter, ya know know my style's butter
House of Pain pimp money maker
5 years from 30 come check my age
I got rhymes, kid your crew ain't got no wins
From Brooklyn to Dublin, I keep your ass fumblin'
Come see me live
And if ya get bold well then ya get bit
If ya cant pop simply turn the page
And I'll engage wit that kid that's been shiftless
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose
Then crazy like the Band Sax
Ah, shit I'm gonna wreck ya set
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
You get me started and I'm hard to stop
On the dog sled in the blizzard 'cause I'm the wizard of oz
I say hey now c'mon y'all
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose
I say hey now c'mon y'all
I got 45 calibers ready to pop
And when I pop off, you drop off
You get blown out the frame 'cause the more shit change
I'll kill you all just like I was the small pox
I got rhymes for peace, I got rhymes for war
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose
The more things stay the same and I got no respect for your area
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
'Cause your knowledge is a trick, kid, it's makin' me sick
I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose
Just like I was anthrax
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
'Cause I'm the fuckin' ball busta
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
Hey now c'mon y'all
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
