[Intro]
Sho nuff with the funky bass in your face
New York City have mercy, have mercy one time
Introducing the crew...

[Verse 1: Fashion]
Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down
Plus I'm tired of seeing your fucking phony face around
Cause when I sit back and think back on how you flam me
It make me react and be at my fucking jammy
Now I don't cock, though my mind's in the sewer
I just kick back with six-packs and then I do her
But she gets stuck on clawing like a cat
And cause them toes got sucked on she don't know how to act
Back in the days, I.S. 237
Used to run with Kevin, bagging hoes was like heaven
Eleven years later I try to hide
And hope they pass me by like I'm The Pharcyde
Just let me puff and lounge with my n***as
Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers
Don't believe in kids with that puss cat scent
Fuck around with Fash and get your whole shit bent
Spent crazy years with the Blues paying dues
Before I met the Psychos and the Junkyard Jules
But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped
Going round the globe to collect our props
[Hook]
When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Come on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)

[Verse 2: Psycho Les]
I get stoned every day I got nothing else to do
I'm getting drunk with my n***as til the night is through
And when the night is through I won't have a fucking clue
Of what tomorrow will bring so I maintain (true)
Yo life's kind of funny
If you don't make money then your days ain't fucking sunny
Excuse me for my language but I'm trying to get my land stitched
Together, and build a crib for me and my damn bitch, I never
Had it like I deserve to have it
I whip it, I stab it, I grip it, I grab it
You silly rabbit, I'm coming at you pure
Tracks by the stacks, video and brochure
I'm sure, unlike others wanna pop
You's a piss drop, talking that shit you need to stop
Cause when I approach and you can't back up what you said
(Toma!) Fly you fucking head like that
[Hook]
Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Texas, uhh, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear

[Verse 3: JuJu]
Real n***as do real things and that's a fact
And real n***as could leave big holes in n***a's backs
And your life sounds like a heavy price to pay
For some bullshit that you ain't even had to say
But don't sweat that, cause I'mma let you keep your head
If I wanted you killed, you'd already be dead
I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make
I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
Taking care of business yeah without no doubt
And I'mma make a million dollars kid before I'm out
Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona
Going hand to hand getting loot on the corner
Life is full of stress and it wrecks my brain
So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain
I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make
I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
[Hook]
When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)