Young Black Teenagers - Plead the Fifth lyrics

Yo whatcha doin ATA? (Gettin ready to rip) Yo whatcha doin ATA? (Gettin ready to rip) Yo whatcha doin ATA? (Gettin ready to rip) Because the YBT just needs to make 'em plead the fifth Well if you plan on frontin, prepare for me to start buckin Rocks with my slingshots immediate hip-hops Cause I won't stop the knockin Your heads, together cause I'm too damn clever Should I say cleaver? I throw curves like Tom Seaver I leave you in the dark duck, cause I know how to bust an a** Just fillin me up with gas Now pa** it on down to the rest of the brothers Cause me and the crew ain't talkin about Smuckers We're talkin about you su*kERS, that keep on debatin And doin things strictly for the ratings So shut up, you're shuttin up and all that dude As the crew runs through just shoo fly shoo Swatted like a bug, swept under the rug Gettin hit with MAD slugs, you must be on them d** Cause you can't get out of the ditch that you dug Yo whatcha doin Kamrom? (Gettin ready to rip) Yo whatcha doin Kamrom? (Gettin ready to rip) Yo whatcha doin Kamrom? (Gettin ready to rip) Because the YBT just needs to make 'em plead the fifth I got the cuckoo cuckoo Cocoa Puffs vanilla frosted flakes Catchin breaks from the dump with the pop tart stuff So what to do, what to do, should I boo hoo hoo? You want the rock I got the rock I got the Glock 9 too And new canoe but bitin on my bitties ready to rip But nevertheless I guess the rest'll never bu*ton their lip The quickest way and what to say you know he's never on point They form a lie to criticize it while they hittin the joint I know the half, the quarter, I'm droppin the dime I'm at the spot on the corner quick to rock a rhyme I got the crew, the steel, the underground feel I'm eatin s**ers like a child with a Happy Meal But should I beef on the swine sweatin hip-hop aggression They catchin looks like I'm a crook, by the way that I'm dressin Or should I pull out the gift of gab, shoot the left hook swift And put them s**ers on the stand and make 'em plead the fifth It doesn't matter cause I'm flattered by the way that you sweat The crew but who the f** are you to question what we do? So step the f** back and catch a smack from the mack Yo it's just Kam spelled backwards and it's like that Who's gonna plead the fifth? (Plead the fifth) Who's gonna plead the fifth? (Plead the fifth) Who's gonna plead the fifth? (Plead the fifth) Who's gonna plead the fifth? It's the photo snappin, storytellin and babblin Off the map with no facts I'ma happenin So I flip, I'm so +Legit+ I should +Quit+ And bottom line you and your crew know where to stick this sh** Up your nose with a rubber hose My flows are on point, so on point I'm ready to throw joints And hit you with a mack truck, and back it up My crew don't slack, and they don't be givin up fudge They don't budge, holdin a grudge, when you're s**in the sludge now I keep 'em versatile with some style So keep it on file, that the YBT gets wild Anybody in the way is gettin exiled So I flow, and rock with this rhythm Simultaneously, large is how I'm livin I rough it up you keep your mouth shut and give me my space Cause if you don't plead the fifth I'm gonna break some necks Yo whatcha doin YBT? (Gettin ready to rip) Yo whatcha doin YBT? (Gettin ready to rip) Yo whatcha doin YBT? (Gettin ready to rip) Cause we just put 'em on the stand and make him plead the fifth Yo whatcha doin YBT? (Gettin ready to rip) Yo whatcha doin YBT? (Gettin ready to rip) Yo whatcha doin YBT? (Gettin ready to rip) Cause we just put 'em on the stand and make him plead the fifth