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Ha ha Stick 'em, stick 'em, brrr Brrr, stick it Come on, to the funky beat, to it Oh baby, oh baby Ha ha ha ha ha (Beat boxing) We want to show the people, that we are the best The microphone kings and we're always fresh We got an ultimate sound and a funky new beat I'm number one, I'm number two, check out number three We got a human beat box, who's hot like fire Make the other beat box, just want to retire So if you think it's time to make that move Don't start the hesitation, just get into the groove As you break (Beat boxing) Now, once upon a time, in a land called grime Crazy people runnin' 'round, actin' like slime Sayin', "Boy I'm gonna get ya, if ya try to tie" "If you don't give me, what you call mine" I can't look for my boys, up the street It don't do no good, 'cause they're too weak I can't take this deal, to the man I'd just waste my time, but they don't understand So what ya gonna do when you can't get help? I gotta be a vigilante, go for self 'Cause this New York town, you might think it's funny It' rough, it's tough and it's takin' your money Wheelin', stealin', double-dealin' Everybody's killin' just to get that feelin' So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy Get yourself a J-O-B Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality I live in the city with a man on my back Houndin' me around, like a dog on a cat The boy think he bad, because he got it like that Walkin' around with his dope field hat Doin' cee-lo dice tryin' to make your livin' You think of givin' up, but you're never gonna give in Runnin' down the street with your head up high 'Cause everybody knows you're a thief in disguise Tryin' to hang with the big shots, boy you ain't hot 'Cause everything you get, everybody done got So slow on your pace, so weak in your face Everytime I turn around, you're always getting chased So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy Get yourself a J-O-B Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality The man down the street with the big white hat Why do his shoes go clickity-clack? 'Cause he got a big car and he's got much money His name is The Mack, and he wants you honey Just step into my ride, you and I We'll stroll to my crib on the upper east side Where the rich people party and drink Bacardi Wine and dine 'til the morning light And we can make love, all night long C'mon big momma, it'll be alright So in a couple of weeks, you'll be out in the street Workin' on the corner with the rest of his freaks Just a poor and black sucker with the beautiful suck He just wants a baby darlin' 'cause he think it helps So if you're walkin' down the street and you see that hat Just remember that The Mack is a hamburger snack So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy Get yourself a J-O-B Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality T-T-T (Beat boxing) I live in the city on a crazy block Somebody stole my car right out of the lot Now I gotta take the train, so damn hot Curse once in the bar, somebody gets shot Gotta float through the streets, all kind of nice 'Cause I ain't got my ride and you know it ain't right My girl had the nerve to call me a boy 'Cause I can't cruise around in my shiny black toy Her money ran out and so did she Nobody left but me-ah It's reality It's you and me And black people, white people, can't you see? No matter what the color of your skin If we just say, "Hi", you can be my friend So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy Get yourself a J-O-B Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality You just work those corners, use those drugs You're livin' in a house full of roaches and bugs No high school diploma, can't tell the time No money in your pocket, not even a dime Spent half your days, roamin' the streets You got dirty pete checks set on your feet Have fights with the eye but never win Crackers in the boiler said, "His side was Gin" T-Bird, Night Train, Olde Gold team Get drunk as hell, lick the bottles clean Get the welfare checks, you think you're on You get ripped-off then your heart is torn Then the only action is, a life of crime Kickin' people up, takin' every last dime It's sad, this guy who was hot to trot With the trey-eight, his brother just shot Shot you in the head, and now you're slayed The cops didn't see it and nothing was said You were just forgotten and now you're gone So I put you down with Santa Claus, Brian's Song So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy Get yourself a J-O-B Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality Take our advice, just stay in school Get a good, honest job, don't play the fool Don't smoke no reefer, don't drink no beer Keep a straight mind, and have no fear And when you get something new, you better watch your back Because the people 'round here'll bust a cap off your cat And if your asked to do somethin' you don't want to do Like using those drugs or sniffing that glue Turn it down then turn around Walk away like you own the town You'll be proud of yourself, for what you are Move ahead in life and you will get far And when you have young ladies runnin' around and down Give 'em our advice and say, "Pass it down" So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy Get yourself a J-O-B Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality Ha ha Face reality Doc Nice Gotta face reality T-Ski Gotta face reality Markie Dee Gotta face reality Dr. C Gotta face reality Pale Love Gotta face reality Joe Nice Gotta face reality L. C Gotta face reality DJ Boat Gotta face reality You and me Gotta face reality The whole world Gotta face reality T-T-T-T T-T-T-T T-T-T-T T-T-T-T
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