BET’s rap city

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Zee] Uh Eagle, what up? Young Sing, kids Little badass kids, bricks This shit ain't PG, this shit rated X Fuck [Verse 1: Young Zee] Young, R.I.P. Easy E Open mic Eric Sermon and I'm young PMD Plus I DJ like Evil D I don't bang but still it's Playboy PBG I got fans like R. Kelly, please pee on me I'm solo now, bow to the new king Young Zee I dropped the twelve disciples, they tryna eat for free, hahahaha We want the cash and the Bimmer keys I stuffed the eagle in your fuckin' niece's teeth Bricks, we leave people six feet beneath My knife sharp as the claw on the eaglе's feet I had guns that sweeped the street beforе Keef was Chief I played Isleys Between the Sheets at a meet and greet And Teena Marie Please don't try me, please Or get shot with IEDs, bam [Interlude: Open Mike Eagle] One, two Hey, one, two, check, one, two Wishin' that they were all One, two, one, two Yeah [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] Yeah, we bump the outhouse demos Singin' out of townhouse windows (Mama say mama sa mama coosa) Aunts pacin' for blood circulation It's outside Chi, I grew up percolatin' Doin' footwork impersonations and got busy The TV was fuzzy, the channel was not Disney Snares trapped like a caught grizzly Caught hell like a launched Frisbee Used to eat at Catfish Digby's, little Eagle in the big city I made a count like this many I'm in a fountain try a pinch pennies We had to run, it was unfriendly Stuck out her tongue like, "Come get me" Summer sun, she was mad pretty Watchin' the bootleg of Hav Plenty This BET's Rap City And shout to Zee for goin' back with me One, two, one, two, yeah [Outro: Open Mike Eagle & Sample] All of the people Look at the children Wishing that they were all Look at the children All of the people Look at the children Wishing that they were Look at the children