* credited to luke, as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned title
Intro: luke
Yo, it's a f**ed-up thing! i gotta bring kid n' play on this motherf**in'
Album here, two p**y punk-a** n***as - yo, check this out, what i'ma do
Is i'ma go get last year's rookie of the year, jt money of poison clan,
This year's rookie of the year, bustdown - yo, bustdown, kick some of
That west bank sh** on these f** n***as!!
Verse 1: bustdown
Well, i'm first up as a rhyme conveyor
Luke records in the house for the payback, player
Kid n' play can s** a dick! get me a mic and a 40
And let a real n***a wreck sh**
To me you're walking on a tightrope. instead of tryin'
To be real, you're steady sweatin' them white folks
Keep runnin' your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
You'll get your a**hole whipped out!
Then i'ma play you to the back seat
'cause i'm runnin' more game than a track meet athlete
As if you didn't know, huh, you're dealing
With a west bank dicksman, hoe
But anyway, i got a rhyme to deliver
Get your draws out your a**, quit frontin', my n***a
'cause if you don't, well you'll keep gettin dissed on
And if i see you at a show and you're slippin', you're gettin' pissed on!
Chorus (4x):
[what about kid n' play?]
[wick-wick-wack!]
Verse 2: jt money
Now for starters, with kids i don't play
'cause y'all some f**-a**, punk-a**, coochie n***as anyway
Jt i the house, n***as, check it
Tryin' to diss my n***a luke to sell your wack record?
Let me talk about the kid. i remember
Some ol' coochie-n***a sh** you did
When we was up in new york
You was followin' luke, talkin' 'bout, "we gotta talk!"
On that man's dick, got your a** wide
Open and you're talkin' that bullsh**
Both movies, i boo 'em, 'cause you had hoes,
But you wasn't stickin' pipe to 'em
Thought they was fantastic. but through the
Whole f**in' movie, kid was gettin' his a** kicked
And 'bout that other n***a play - he needs to
Get dissed 'cause he's a punk n***a anyway
Be 'round here kissin' hoes, while i'm dissin' hoes
And stabbin 'em with fishin' poles
You need to try to lay pipe in 'em
Oh, i forgot - punks don't like women
Now you're tryin' to diss somebody
At jack the rapper, you was hangin' 'round luke's parties
Now you're outta gas, with two motherf**in'
Punk-haters on yo' a**, jt and bustdown
Now let's see you hoe n***as get tough now
Get the rubbers out your a**, dick-s**ers!
...and f** them p**y motherf**ers.
Chorus
Verse 3: bustdown
Now let me put my boy kid in his place
With them wick-wack rhymes soundin' like rob base!
'cause if i have to come tag that a**,
I'ma max, wax, tax and drag that a**!
I get sharp like a ice pick
I'm on a hype tip, holdin' mic tight as a vice grip
You couldn't deal with the concept
I'm collected and calm, but on the mike i'm a bomb threat
So motherf**ers get real
I got a heart like gold and a dick like steel
You wanna diss, punk? please!
You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!
Luke left it up to me and jt
To take it from the bottom to the t-o-p
I seen your second house party; it figures:
Two house parties for two house-a** n***as!
Outro: luke
Two house motherf**in' n***as. do y'all n***as know what a house
n***a is? a house n***a is a n***a who work in the house. who cleans
The master's a**, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master's
Ass. y'all house n***as. i'ma feel n***as, we feel n***as here in miami.
That's why y'all n***as can't understand us, y'all f**-n***as talkin' too
Much sh**, y'all n***as better watch what you sayin' 'cause y'all f**-
n***as, y'all don't know, y'all get f**ed up here. yo, check this out -
Miami is closed to y'all n***as. y'all barred. y'all can't come here no
More, f**-n***as. y'all can't sell no more records here. and if all real
n***as in the world is real like us, y'all don't buy them f**-n***as' sh**
No more. 'cause they ain't sh**. p**y punk-a** n***as.