(well you may have seen them dangling from power lines and street lamps, we're talking about those shoes hanging from utility wires)

Hook:
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up

Verse 1 (Hopie):
Who, dare steppin' on my blue suede, shoes?
I'm in the area
And I don't care about the claims you make
Or who you came laps with
This sh*t is my domain
So listen and refrain from thinkin' of plot schemes
See the shoe strings on the wire, look higher, higher
Guard my terrain
Chillin' in my borough, who's speakin' on my name? (Hopie, hey)
I never stepped to you
Never upset ya set or things that you do
Never invest my time mindin' my biz
So find your own neck of the woods to f*ck with

Hook:
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up

Verse 2 (Moe Green):
Yo, Moe Izzy puttin' on for my city
[?] make it hot yup [?] roll wit' me
Flow so butta, no Land O' or Jiffy
Keep hatin' Moe Gil[?] gorilla[?] gon' turn gritty
I'm in the game but I'm out proud livin'
Any style is mine while I roll wit' it
Eyes fixed on my kicks, soul so six[?]
Where Moe no mo' ever roll like this
Got something to say, make it run in my fist
'cause I fathered ya style, your the son of my sick
6fingers workin' on a tune so loony
Over for you suckas, word to your [?]

Hook:
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String em up
Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla
String-string em up
Ya, ya ya, ya heard? Holla

Verse 3 (Hopie):
Hopie comin' through
Gunnin' for the new kids, gonna change your view
Something for the parking lot, brown bag bottles pop
Slump in the system make em jump till they bodies rock
Know we got the whip appeal, got us swaggin' on the cuts
Till the suckas know the deal
Tell the record labels if they steppin' to our set
Don't be tryna change a thing, keep our business intact
To all my misfits, f*ck what a blog say
Outcast underdog, Fog City home Bay
All day, we don't need ya love
Tell them mothaf*ckas Hopie said to string em up

Skit:
(unknown lady): hello
(unknown man): hello, (Hopie Spitshard), how is everything back on earth?
(lady): just fine, (6fingers), how's everything out there?
(man): everything's cool here, (Hopie Spitshard), we should be home soon