feel me! I said, it's all about perfect timin', feel me! Nigga, it's all about perfect timin', feel me! Puttin' it down 'til these mothafuckas kill me! (Ken
Thugs, the Shifters, hustla'z, hustla (And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug) Afta Maff, II Tru, and Tre, Tre (And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug) Ken
finally find him all they got was ah snail, and tha skug. Now further endanger tha species, 'cause these niggaz they plot, they rush up on tha block,
But little do he know he on a, Death List, and shit This'll be, Kenyatta's Escape, Kenyatta's Last Hit Crime Partners, he and Ken' was Till one day they
stuff It's goin D-0-W-N-N-N I am da barbie were the fuck is ken ken ken? I be on the 147 in the rock That's my block New York City to the top tippy
ill Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin the law Live or not, I'm one half divide the block And I can show you
flick, illin and root for the villian, huh Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for
Pimp shit Yeah pimp shit, nigga Wassup baby Ken? Like this hea All my niggaz mayn Ayo, all the real boss playa Ayo, this real ATL playa style Ayo, you
a privilige, that's what I was told A gem from my man unless more precious than gold Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down
Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp And the nockin don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block Na betta yet
just won't go away Chorus: Time, money (8X) Ni**a with money Don't have no time Ni**a with time Don't have no money Verse 2: Ken Live in one year made
of the ill Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin' the law? Live or not, I'm one half divide the block And I can
I ought to [Unverified] glock, and run up in their spot Fuck that money in your safe, I want them munchies off the top Folk that's hungry off this block
, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it
, BLAOW BLAOW, soundin like an M 80 And those comin for mine without consent Leave you bent like a block of hash from Ken's stash I'm important to rap
the town of the dank point of fat 20 sacks the town where the motherfuckers made the mack 'cause it's the Eastside 'cause only real gutter motherfuckers understand me Standing on the block
them niggaz who be jealous we gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend jump me straight out the pen when they had me facin ten its just like with ken
T I'm like Mister freeze, lookin' at my watch (why) Shit tac toe, I got the clover on the top (nigga) I'm in the block (block), I'm in the drop (drop)