[Intro: Havoc]
Yeah! My man Big Trag
Keep on

[Chorus]
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
The bad boulevard boys from the projects
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
The bad boulevard boys from the projects

[Verse 1: Tragedy]
The hypnotized, funkatized, put the boogie in your body
And I got my more props than John Gotti (Where's the party?)
Ayy yo pass the 40, tap the bottom
And spill some on the floor, for the brothers that ain't got it
(King of the projects) king of the projects overload imperial
Grand wizard of rap with the ill funk material
You know my style, mad hard like the penile
God bless the child with the funk that we do now
The psychiatric protégé, the fat cat
I won't retire 'til my empire strikes back (Back, back)
And I bet ya, and I bet ya, and I bet ya
I bet ya catch a flashback
The rhythm method of a funk track
I stay underground just like a sewer rack
The brown bastard when things get drastic
Squad and hit you harder, leave you laying in a casket
[Chorus]
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
The bad boulevard boys from the projects
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
The bad boulevard boys from the projects

[Verse 2: Tragedy]
Another bro from the rugged, better duckin' this brawl
The chainsaw makes you hit the back door
The bloodthirsty curse me, I hold them for ransom
And spill more blood than Charles Manson
You think you're nice, then come and roll a dice
I slice and I'll be crucifyin' rappers like Christ
The mack daddy and I love a Trinidadian girl
Back in the days I used to want a drop a caddy on
(The boulevard) the boulevard graveyard of danger
Bringin' the funk from the broad-headed stranger (Ring the alarm!)
Young Crew like the drum
I'm gonna drop the bomb and swing like Vietnam
Fight the trife in 25 to life
The mic is hella tight, caught murder on the mic
The rap rebel and the brown-skinned devil
And we be taking the funk to a whole 'nother level
[Chorus]
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
The bad boulevard boys from the projects
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
The bad boulevard boys from the projects

[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]
The 25 to life, yeah, stuck on a life bid
A lot of rappers die from the funk that we did
The energetic, poetic, lyrical paramedic
So sweet when I freak, even the diabetic
Couldn't resist the big daddy with the sugar cane
More juice than my crew could ever even claim
Tragedy, bad boy and you know it's me
I drop the shit that makes you stay like Jodeci
You never done me, so jump with bungee
Laying down under, who can make Stevie wonder?
Who brings the funk to your whole territora?
Ask me, I'm nasty like Sodom and Gomorrah
(The gladiator) the gladiator when I hit the metropolitan
I strive for more wives than King Solomon
The automatic got you running like a rabbit
You get played like a guitar bar, but [?] grab it
[Chorus]
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
The bad boulevard boys from the projects
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
Pass da tek, we get hot like sex
The bad boulevard boys from the projects

[Outro]
Yeah, maniac man 252 P Funk
Yeah! Uh!
Ayy yo Trag
1993
Uh, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on
Aight, aight
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
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