WE BE FUCKIN'! WE BE FUCKIN', WE BE FUCKIN', WE BE FUCKIN', WE BE FUCKIN'! Player style- Drunken Master WE BE FUCKIN', WE BE FUCKIN', WE BE FUCKIN'! Uh
2] [Kid Ice] We're Nasty As we Wanna Be They dropped the ban and set us free Lil' Joe turned us loose in the United States To see how much wreck we'
boys). [Krayzie:] Tell 'em they don't want none with' them Bone Thug boys (Bone Thug boys). [x2] We don't give a fuck about your 'hood, fuck ya'll! [
facts. We're both hunted by The mother fuckin' Men in Black. So come adventure With the Mutant Ninja Rapper. Outdo Shredder, 'Cause I learned it from my master
Its what y'all been waiting for Funk Master Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam Records giving it to you baby. Yo Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is baby [Eminem] I used to be
sayin' boy, you wanna get with me? Big cheddar, melt little cheese [CHORUS x4] Still ain't velveeta to me I be the microphone master, crashin' your party Clownin' up in veils, drunk
the microphone master crashin the party Swervin on the freeway drunk off bacardi You better get yo bitch cause I'm a hog about it And if you think I fucked
the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said if I would sober
No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen [Ghostface Killah] Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin') I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back
that's the way it has to be We bust 2 B free, we trust who be G. So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me [Chorus] [Repeat 2x]
or them Guccis Or they woulda got robbed for them Diadores or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell your items we took, have you goin to tell We crooks, we
hurts you I keep your daughter way out past her curfew Hard far from commercial (So what cha mean nigga) We don't give a fuck when we smoked out In the
master cast to the masses grabs the mic Ten dollar rappers, is what L.O.D. goes after To my Squad, there's no matches, we bashes Do photo flashes on all
the fuck out, joke the fuck out Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out Do you
-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA
your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your real world is not a world at all [1] [Street] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
the public that I was so ugly That you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me? Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk? In the second week we were
4:] [Method Man] We just ice Men of mice, ain't nothing nice [Redman] Fuck you like [Method Man] Your thight is to light to fight We move right, on fright