[Intro: Clinton Sparks]
Get familiar
I go by the name of Clinton Sparks
You are now rockin’ with
The New Crack City
Street album
My man Busta Rhymes
Big Bang album
In stores June 13th

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Look add the fire to it and carry out every action and marry my every passion with savvy I make it happen
Gladly I rep for fashion, badly I itch for clappin’
Now pass me the clip or fraction for askin’ I flip the script when then blast you bitch you mashin’
Somethin’ I love to do to be honest it’s nothin’ to it
Promise that I come through see regardless I gots to do it
Comin’ to take it all and then back you against the wall and then smack you and make you fall
Black is the way we ball
Stack then I make a call and then purchase Carnеgie Hall I’m withdrawin’ and never stallin’ wе’re always prepared to brawl
No matter how you try we ain’t goin’ nowhere you guys should just learn and accept the fact we back and we stayin’ (Surprise)
It’s workin’ for years to build a thing sweatin’ with tears to feel a thing that I could offer others to recognise the realest thing I have ever given that’s how we gon’ keep on livin’ now so hold your head my n***as come down and we strip the prison

[Chorus: Rick James, Notorious B.I.G, Busta Rhymes]
Peaceful contentment
Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep
Muah, may you rest in peace
Man we gon’ hang dry y’all bitch ass n***as, like we ain’t even got a dryer to dry the laundry
We airs y’all n***as out, early, Labba
[Verse 2: Labba]
Guerrilla warfare, we got that dere
Shottas, killers we got that dere
Drug dealers, hoes we got that dere
Nobody sleeps born to beef
Brownsville n***as use the corners coke enough
90’s n***as we gon’ bust a shot
Gangsters used to handle their differences
We all want to go shoppin’ at pick and kid
Now I’m in the room watchin’ Larry Davis
I’m about to go and hit the pavement
Pit time got me that spliff time
Homie hit me on the phone, we gon’ fire on the streets n***as
Fightin’ our soul make a hundred mil’ then I, turn off my phone
Fuck them n***as I ain’t gonna die broke with a stem in my mouth
Struggle for dope, shooks

[Chorus: Rick James, Notorious B.I.G]
Peaceful contentment
Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep
Muah, may you rest in peace