(are you ready,or what?)
so here i come
save ya passengers from this critical-minded messenger.
right in front of ya eyes
u see me standin wit da mic in da right hand,
aint that aight,man (come on!!)
5 bucks entry and da drinks arent 4 free
the bartenders trippinand ya girl is lookinat me
typical - tropical heat...chewingum on ya seat...
yeah,this happening sukks,yes indeed.

tell me, whats da reason,yo,
why do u came ? why do ya blame ?
the band is giving everything.
oh,now u say that its 2 loud...
do u think that it is silent when u shout?
tell me,why da fukk r u here?(oh yeah..)
you wanna criticize me?
yeah,i can feel it in the air...
adrenaline is risin,homes,yo...
ya anger is my air 2 breathe, and i can feel it in my bones...

pay 4 fame (...its da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...)
fight,fight,fight,fight me!
drink no champagne!
(its a stikk up,yo,its a stikk up!its a stikk-up,yo,its a stikk-up....its a stikk-up,fukk!!)

yo,I hear ya screamin4 payback,bitch,but i have 2 disapoint u ,
cuz i dont swing tecs or baseballbats...
so i guess ya skills gotta be the weapon 2 choose 4 u,
and i wont explain da rules 2 times 4 u...
wake up early,son,first come-first serve...
speak your shit,but always keep something in reserve.
the crowd wants 2 be entertained...
so whatcha gonna be,b-boy? A b-boy or a stain????

pay 4 fame (...its da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...)fight,fight,fight,fight me.
drink no champagne! (its a stikk up,yo,its a stikk up,its a stikk-up,yo its a stikk-up,its a stikk-up,boy!!....)