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 [bad word] phony face around
Cause when I sit back and think back on how you flam me
It make me react and be at my [bad word] jammy
Now I don't [bad word]  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 [bad word] with Kevin, bagging hoes was like heaven
Eleven years later I try to hide
And hope they pass me by like I'm the the Pharcyde
Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas
Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers
Don't believe in kids with that puss cat scent
 [bad word] around with Fash and get your whole [bad word] bent
Spent crazy years with the Blues paying dues
Before I met the Psychos and the Junkyard Jules
But now the [bad word] 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) [bad word] 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 [bad word] with my niggas til the night is through
And when the night is through I won't have a [bad word] clue
Of what tomorrow will bring so I maintain [bad word] 
Yo life's kind of funny
If you don't make money then your days ain't [bad word] sunny
Excuse me for my language but I'm trying to get my land stitched
Together, and build a crib for me and my [bad word] [bad word]  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, [bad word] at you pure
Tracks by the stacks, video and brochure
I'm sure, unlike others wanna pop
You's a [bad word] drop, talking that [bad word] you need to stop
Cause when I approach and you can't back up what you said
(Toma!) Fly you [bad word] 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 niggas do real things and that's a fact
And real niggas could leave big holes in [bad word] #39;s backs
And your life sounds like a heavy price to pay
For some [bad word] 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)