Chorus: (x2)
We are on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissin'
You tried to step to usBut your punk ass missedBooya, NANA you can't touch this
Rap verse 1 (ski):
I flip on any scrip put in front of me yo
Murder n' a vision of life ,You Better keep it Down Low
Step to me with caution ,Booya the raw shit
Ah the dan dada ,Smooth T. and keep it flawless
Rolls with the click ,Quit the buzz show shit
97 Booya aint havin' it ,Uh
Now playas keep hatin and fakinBut we be makin figures with the dan dada huligan nigga
Hoody sportin ,Shit talkinI could walk in any area and lyrically bury yaBeat you up then carry ya
To the symmatery so I can bury ya
Rap verse 2 (Pappa Bear):
Now let me make it clear nigga once and for all
That is the season ,To give reason ,And make pleasin
You woman when you out on the showI'm slappin that ass on your bitch Down Low
The flow that you spoke was too damn original
The shit that you wrote was too damn digital
Funk as vis-sion back to your mama
I know where to find ya ,Here comes pappaBefore you bend over put some grease on your assCause NANA's gonna come to make a mess
>Chorus (x2)
Rap verse 3 (T.C.):
Hamburg in da house (ah ha)
It's Brooklyn in da house (ha ha ha )
Young black is in da house (ho hoo)
My man bulo is in da house (thats right y'all)
Check it Toni C. the fairytale tella
Writtin out lyrically with natures roccafella
In the music industry we are million record sella (ho hoo)
And lots of cash like mister roccafella
We all came together for our man NANA
You know the darkman the real dark brotha
So all you jealous muthafuckas step back
Cause NANA's in da house he's about to attack
We are money maka ,you nothin but a faka
Called Booya music aka under taka
So check this out I gotta pass the mic.
Who else man it's the short lord check it
Rap verse 4 (Short Lord):
hey you wassup wit da gadi la di dadi
Ask anybody who likes to party
Da any would be wanna test me
I kill em softly ,quickly
The Black ,The Short Lord from da booya clan
Lyrically i'm stoned out warmly
I'm washing tone with a spoon
Anyway I dedicate this one to my man
And ANA these niggas who wanna play
Phony MC's better play wit maxwell halibury
They ain't comin at me when I drop my war collabsery
Straighten that be matter of fact i'm all that
Like the boy Down Low they just makin a noise
How are some of ya about to blow out this bluff
When I said from cuffs we won't stop
Definetly got the niggas to hold the fuck up
Hold up Flip Da Scrip niggas some want a mic check
want to knock you by the section
Like a shock on can we rhyme? on my drama
Then they got shy in your areaShort lord tha dope rhymer gonna raid all ya playa hatas
Rap verse 5 (Black):
Why why why we live and direct out to cut
Yes I know that dirty shit how far niggas will go
To come up with a name like Down LowAnd represent that shit out of show
You niggas are too slow ,And you niggas don't know
About a freestyle flow ,I kill you soft and slow
I'm about to set this shit loose to your chest straight to ya
Black and Short Lord a new addition to Booya (Booya)
For all you wannabe's who try flip da scrip
Your scrip got flippedFrom NANA to Bulo ,Now you niggas know
That we don't take no shit and how Booya flow
On and on wit da bomb style flowRepresentin hip hop now you know
It's live and direct comin' from the booya camp
Toni hook tha nigga ,My plug in my mic. into an amp
And i'm out and it's like that
And i'm out and it's like that
>Chorus (x2)
Rap verse 6:
Aaah ,If I threw a pen at your head it will leave a dot
That would be bigger than the brain you contain .InsaneNow here is the new agendaThe shit is called rap not a
We are on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissin'
You tried to step to usBut your punk ass missedBooya, NANA you can't touch this
Rap verse 1 (ski):
I flip on any scrip put in front of me yo
Murder n' a vision of life ,You Better keep it Down Low
Step to me with caution ,Booya the raw shit
Ah the dan dada ,Smooth T. and keep it flawless
Rolls with the click ,Quit the buzz show shit
97 Booya aint havin' it ,Uh
Now playas keep hatin and fakinBut we be makin figures with the dan dada huligan nigga
Hoody sportin ,Shit talkinI could walk in any area and lyrically bury yaBeat you up then carry ya
To the symmatery so I can bury ya
Rap verse 2 (Pappa Bear):
Now let me make it clear nigga once and for all
That is the season ,To give reason ,And make pleasin
You woman when you out on the showI'm slappin that ass on your bitch Down Low
The flow that you spoke was too damn original
The shit that you wrote was too damn digital
Funk as vis-sion back to your mama
I know where to find ya ,Here comes pappaBefore you bend over put some grease on your assCause NANA's gonna come to make a mess
>Chorus (x2)
Rap verse 3 (T.C.):
Hamburg in da house (ah ha)
It's Brooklyn in da house (ha ha ha )
Young black is in da house (ho hoo)
My man bulo is in da house (thats right y'all)
Check it Toni C. the fairytale tella
Writtin out lyrically with natures roccafella
In the music industry we are million record sella (ho hoo)
And lots of cash like mister roccafella
We all came together for our man NANA
You know the darkman the real dark brotha
So all you jealous muthafuckas step back
Cause NANA's in da house he's about to attack
We are money maka ,you nothin but a faka
Called Booya music aka under taka
So check this out I gotta pass the mic.
Who else man it's the short lord check it
Rap verse 4 (Short Lord):
hey you wassup wit da gadi la di dadi
Ask anybody who likes to party
Da any would be wanna test me
I kill em softly ,quickly
The Black ,The Short Lord from da booya clan
Lyrically i'm stoned out warmly
I'm washing tone with a spoon
Anyway I dedicate this one to my man
And ANA these niggas who wanna play
Phony MC's better play wit maxwell halibury
They ain't comin at me when I drop my war collabsery
Straighten that be matter of fact i'm all that
Like the boy Down Low they just makin a noise
How are some of ya about to blow out this bluff
When I said from cuffs we won't stop
Definetly got the niggas to hold the fuck up
Hold up Flip Da Scrip niggas some want a mic check
want to knock you by the section
Like a shock on can we rhyme? on my drama
Then they got shy in your areaShort lord tha dope rhymer gonna raid all ya playa hatas
Rap verse 5 (Black):
Why why why we live and direct out to cut
Yes I know that dirty shit how far niggas will go
To come up with a name like Down LowAnd represent that shit out of show
You niggas are too slow ,And you niggas don't know
About a freestyle flow ,I kill you soft and slow
I'm about to set this shit loose to your chest straight to ya
Black and Short Lord a new addition to Booya (Booya)
For all you wannabe's who try flip da scrip
Your scrip got flippedFrom NANA to Bulo ,Now you niggas know
That we don't take no shit and how Booya flow
On and on wit da bomb style flowRepresentin hip hop now you know
It's live and direct comin' from the booya camp
Toni hook tha nigga ,My plug in my mic. into an amp
And i'm out and it's like that
And i'm out and it's like that
>Chorus (x2)
Rap verse 6:
Aaah ,If I threw a pen at your head it will leave a dot
That would be bigger than the brain you contain .InsaneNow here is the new agendaThe shit is called rap not a