Block Party

Lyrics

[Intro: Noreaga] Yeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother fuckin' crib, you heard Yeah! We tryin' to get this shit poppin' over here Huh? (Block party!) All that shit, man (Block party!) Come over here, nigga, here Where it's happening, here's were it's poppin' at, baby, DJ'ing that shit [Verse 1: Noreaga] My nigga Rich Nice called me and said get gone You know the Kid Capri, shit everybody is on The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform – I be hyped up New Balance kicks and Nike'd up Why you niggas still acting like y'all niggas is tough? I got that one weed spot – that's that Branson stuff Other niggas talk about it, but you see me with such And I'm Thugged Out, catch me with the animal bunch Gettin' head in the whip, smokin' animal blunts G's up, hoes down, nigga – fuck them stunts And I'll be flippin' You get a nice chick, I like a chicken You don't believe me? Ask Bill Clinton Trackmasters do that shit that y'all niggas wouldn't And Kid Capri do the shit that you niggas couldn't And I smoke green from Cali, I'm wild at the rally I'm ill like Shaq in the paint with an alley' My nigga Big Pun will sit on y'all cats Ayo, my nigga Kid Capri will just shit on y'all tracks And we ain't got no love for y'all wax We love big ass keys and y'all like little ass cracks [Verse 2: Kid Capri] I could rock a rhyme as quick as I could clock the time Y'all niggas clockin' mine, 'cause I'm getting lots of shine Kid Capri could be the cat that could change the face of rap Let me hear you trace the map, the Bronx is where I'm stationed at The fake foes hangin' out with fake hoes Y'all 'spose to be the one that keep it jumping While you're standing there, frontin' The Black Italian – y'all chicas better keep it smiling From here to Wards Island Motherfuck all the stylin' Keep the money piling, or either sign the check Y'all niggas pay attention to any rhyme I wet It's time to jet To ever bless a line I get Y'all fools are straight falling off as I climb the deck The Kid Capri causing haters DJ misery Number one for a while, son, check your history By the way, all you talkers need to practice what you got to say 'Cause you lacking every day, Pun make these rappers pay [Verse 3: Big Punisher] Yo, it's your man from Puerto Rico That slaughters peoples like raw perico I'm for the people – fire power, not a total recall Look out your peephole and I'll bloodshot your baby blues Look at my 'chismo and my mugshot in the Daily News How many crews I gotta run through when it come to Gettin' raw – I'm The Predator, comin' to hunt you Niggas think it's something sweet on the fuckin' street But I be there busting my heat, when there's nothin' to eat Fuck it, I cheat 'cause that's the ghetto's anthem I know the devil's laughing every time he hears somebody's metal clappin' Ain't no napping in the city, 'cause it never sleeps Wake up like "What happen?!" when I bust a cap in your feather geese I met at least a thousand cats, with a thousand raps But how many acts actually ever really come out of rap? Just a few, I'll pull this track through your vestibule And turn the rest of you corn niggas into vegetables