[Verse 1: Jolley]
Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long now
First single won [?] Music's "Track of the Year", wow
You ain't seen nothin' yet
Let's see where we end up this time 'round
Down to two, but we still got our feet on the ground
Tha Heavyweights be havin' shit on lockdown
This one will be taken all the way to town
Life goes up, life goes down, but we'll still be around
Full of confidence, yeah, we're narcissistic
Hip-hop's at a stage where you'll be opportunistic
Been studying the game, worked out the ballistics
Stayed strong, optimistic, don't be unrealistic
A negative characteristic will only lead to failure
SC and Jolley knows what ale's ya
So don't fall off the grind, let yourself fall behind
'Cause we're just like salesmen, offerin' peace of mind

[Verse 2: [?]]
I slay the lyrics with a razor, pen to my paper
[?] is the saviour, spray like a taser
Hang with the haters, take anyway, any fame
They can gain, they can't play with the majors
Kickin' along with this literally, still illiterary dictionary
The hit of it is split [?] visionary, n***as [?] sick of every dick [?]
[?] fairy bread [?] tryna kick it with me
Nah, you ain't paid at all
[?]
[?] the KKK game like to break my skull
[?] The Heavyweights with [?]
Yeah, so run for your life
'Cause karma comin' fast and kinda [?] cuddle a knife
[?] who are stuck in a knot
[?] I'm fucked to the [?], bitch

[Chorus: [?]]
You can do hip-hop in the shower, on the street (What?)
You can do it a cappella to a beat (Yeah)
You could do it any way or anyhow (Huh?)
Matter of fact I'm doin' it right now
You can do hip-hop in the shower, on the street (Uh)
You can do it a cappella to a beat (Ho)
You could do it any way or anyhow (What?)
Matter of fact I'm doin' it right now

[Verse 3: [?]]
Who the best [?] best definitely
Definitely dope, definitely smoke everything
Everything I say get a little bit better
Every time that I said it, never get a letter, read it
And I gotta get a track with Tha Heavyweights
Gotta stop talkin' 'bout shit that I already got anyway
Who give a fuck really? Silly little [?]
Can say whatever he wanted 'cause ain't nobody ill as me
Who? Me! That's right, everybody's talkin' 'bout it
Everybody knows that I'm the motherfucking best without a
Doubt, and that's the reason that you got me on this fucking song
I don't even like the beat, the beat, what up? What's goin' on?
{Inhales} Calm down a little bit
I got a little dic— wait, I'm a little shit
But I'm about ready to quit, hit the brake lights
And I'ma let this pretty little lady take it out like

[Verse 4: DVS]
Damn, you thought I was a lady
Shit, you made your first mistake
'Cause if you got it hangin' downstairs
I'll hit you up for all I can take
Keep my name in circulation, yes
I wanna be known
'Cause curiosity killed the cat
Just look at all the shit I own
Everybody talkin' 'bout us
Now they all wanna piece
This crazy hip-hop vibe
Got us rockin' the streets
Calling out my name
And imaginin' things, it's
DVS, mmm, I'd like to buy her a ring

[Chorus: [?] & 360]
You can do hip-hop in the shower, on the street (What?)
You can do it a cappella to a beat (Yeah)
You could do it any way or anyhow (Huh?)
Matter of fact I'm doin' it right now
You can do hip-hop in the shower, on the street (Uh)
You can do it a cappella to a beat (Ho)
You could do it any way or anyhow (What?)
What the fuck, yo
Matter of fact I'm doin' it right now
Yo

[Verse 5: 360]
Ayo, it's Fluid—ity—dity, no, no, it's '60
Cum in my hand and then I throw it like a frisbee
Diss me, diss who? Diss thee, diss you
{Fake cries} Tissue
You should always know never mess with a scumbag
Tied [?] 'round my waist as a bumbag
Kill anybody callin' 3—6 a dumb fag
The biggest man in the house but I've done drag
I didn't mean that, shootin' up smack hard
You don't believe me? Then check all my track marks
Stepped in your backyard, slept with your grandma
HIV was left in her fat arse
Damn, man, these people go slam
Chillin' with a million villains in programs
Anybody dissin' I kill 'em with choke slams
With your missus on the dick like, "Look Mum, no hands"

[Verse 6: SC]
SC got game like one-on-one
Got the other rappers straight ready to run
Never quite know what I do for sure (What you gonna do next?)
[?] game tight, uh, or fall to the floor
I paint a perfect picture like Michelangelo
This is the Sistine Chapel of lyrical flow
I'm ready for the game, but it ain't ready for me
I snap my fingers and watch you bow to your knees
I'm better than most and I'm beatin' by a few
And the ladies love my eyes 'cause they're Pepsi blue (Oh, so pretty)
And when we hit the clubs you know we roll deep
And we're still there bangin' when you're home asleep
Uh, mackin' the honeys, rockin' the mic
Stone capone so hard I could turn a dyke
'Cause from when the sunrise from when the sunset
The clubs keep bangin' and the girls stay wet

[Chorus: [?]]
You can do hip-hop in the shower, on the street (What?)
You can do it a cappella to a beat (Yeah)
You could do it any way or anyhow (Huh?)
Matter of fact I'm doin' it right now
You can do hip-hop in the shower, on the street (Uh)
You can do it a cappella to a beat (Ho)
You could do it any way or anyhow (What?)
Matter of fact I'm doin' it right now