[Sample Intro]
Let's bring 'em all, ladies and gentlemen! (Gentlemen, gentlemen)

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh
Dipset
ByrdGang, n***a
We back (yes, we are)
You know who it is, Jones (Ay, Pete Rock, holla at me)
Capo Status, one hour n***a (Money making)
We gon' take you on a cruise (where we going?)
Like we usually do (Ryder music), that Ryder music, n***a (uh-huh)
Smell me? (I hear you)
Sundays is my day, uh (Let's do it)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Well-established, it's known as Ferrari day (Ride out)
Roof missing, background bumping Marvin Gaye
Stay fly, hoppin' out on my Harlem ways
Poppin' shit like, n***a, that's what you call a day (Flossin!)
We on the corners while we bottle sippin' (Fifteen!)
Everybody puffin' weed while we politicking (212, n***a)
Like fuck police, they hop out, we dipping (SQUALIE!)
In the midst of the pumpers where they bowel flipping (watch that)
Nobody wanna go to Rikers Isl' system (fuck that!)
So the trash is where we keep the .40 cals hitting (bust them 40s)
Double park with my hazard light blinking
Looked at my [?], spent half a night drinking
It's like déjà vu, spent half my life drinking (All my life)
And I remember we was flying to the [?]
And after that, skate to the key
And now we work about an eighth of a key
N***a sixteen, make a lil cheese
Harlem shit, n***a, won't you take a trip with me, fucker (Do it)
[Chorus: Max B]
We stop the party, [?], we roll
[?], we go
We stop the party, [?], we roll
[?], we go

[Verse 2: Max B]
We spliffy
Sold leaf to Miss Green in order to get cream
Max don't talk, Max let the fif' steam
Coupe Houdini blue with the 6 green
Loop routines you do from the MP'
Oops, you see me doin' with the Fendi
Oops, you seen me move, don't defend me (Nope)
Don't beat, you might not get ya hair back
I'm 'bout to put a clip in this n***a, better stand back
D's wanted Pan Am, coke on the Amtrak
Regal or the Grand Am, smokin' your man back
I'm so rugged, so thuggish
Fuck it, slugs fly first class, take your guts for luggage
It gets more fatal
Hit ya beat with the uz'
Watch your frame pop out of the sunroof like a cinnamon
Bagel
Uh!
[Chorus: Max B]
We stop the party, [?], we roll
[?], we go
We stop the party, [?], we roll
[?], we go

[Verse 3: Pete Rock]
"Where you been, Pete?"
I said I've been there, done that
You try to shoot at my tyres, I've got run flats
You can't buy out the block with just one stack
They want a round of applause, give 'em a gun clap (Brrrrattt! Brrrrattt!)
It's Pete Rock, shit ain't changed
Except for the quarter to 8, the '07 Range (Woo-whee!)
Slick talks, you can see them with strategy
You can't get no higher without physics of gravity
The game ain't changed, but only the players
Religion ain't changed, but only the prayers
I put one up for all my homies that left
I put one up for just taking a breath
We take a step back and look in the mirror, man
You can try without me, but it just won't feel the same
PR silencer, that's how Rock I still remain, yeah

[Chorus: Max B]
We stop the party, [?], we roll
[?], we go
We stop the party, [?], we roll
[?], we go
[Outro]
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