It’s Workin’

Lyrics

[Chorus] It's workin'(It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop) Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop) [Verse 1] I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets We raiding your block and daily routine sweeps It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit So there you have it, I'm a addict When I'm near the mic, I gots to grab it Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said "This is your introduction to the new episode" With the Double I countin' down to explode Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more Livin' rotten to the core [Chorus] It's workin'(It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop) Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop) [Verse 2] Everybody to the right, 'cause all I got left is my flow I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean Uh-oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now So I got down with the git down for Illtown, huh Figure it's the fine Fanny I miss my mammy and you could ask my uncle Randy I'm grateful for my granny nanny, that's my mother's mammy Two little brothers with different fathers but we're still family Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets 'Cause I might wind up doing that same old cruddy shit Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood Back cockin' buck shottin', your ass is shot [Chorus] It's workin'(It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop) Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop) [Verse 3: Treach] Can you chill a can? Can you spill a can? Can you kill a can? I know I can, I know I can-can An American, an Republican, fucking with this African-can From this Kian land, I know I can It's a war wick, wick, wick, wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip And stayed cool like fuckin' Freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond Bein' the unbelievable bastard I be Well believe that shit's some be on Settle the score, check Melba needs more Since now she poor, looks to get richer by Puttin' rap up in the picture, I'll fix ya Backwards blindfold step (KLICKOW') Your ass like Calvin, so butts get kicked now Forgive the enemy be a friend of me you teach But forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the streets (In the streets) Preach love, practice hate, break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on your structure stain your whole establishment (Your whole establishment) Let's get specifical style that's horrific Twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic (Terroristic) We'll lift it then shift it, brandish the biscuit, finish you nitwit Cancel Christmas, won't stop this slick shit [Chorus] It's workin'(It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop) Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop) [Verse 4] Time to loose it up, I'm a loose nut, watch crews get cut Bring it to my Illtown grounds and lose your butts But what, is the matter? Matter of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter See Dolores sucka truck, I shoulda told you large Marge sent her Two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches with no lunches Step with the punches and try some butt crunches Get your hands clappin' front and the back And keep a cool head for all my swingers packin' Attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house Done travelled a million miles and I'm still kickin' styles Back smack that ass back, now how's about that? You feel about as shitty as a baby's unwiped ass crack (Crack) I'll crack a bat dead on the back, black And leave you layin' there, flat as a flapjack We ain't friends to the end, I blasted Chuckie After this instead of beef, you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky Lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude Rottin' Razkal kid man What's happenin'? Check the skills on the real it's best to chill Don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal, it's ill Man this shit is deep, huh! I'm goin' deep Undercover like a muthafucka way beneath the sheets Full blows get thrown to the upper dome And continue to go on until you're up and gone When we spot a block knock no tellin' where the rest will go Hustle with my friends, straight ballin' like testicles Bowlin' for dollars, rollin' for hours, rappers the pin strike is my friend They be took out in groups of ten Scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" On the ground with no sound with just boots and chins Yeah and you don't stop Just check out us Illtown niggas rock