Lyrics

Joe Dirt

Alright Alright who in here wanna get it poppin
Let to many slide this time around its semi cocking
Um goin they stopping
He front then they drop em
Bullets will have em lookin like keep poppin and lockin
Had a couple beefs but them niggas sleepin now
Um smiling in they face
Close to me is where I keep em now
but aint no money in drama
Just court cases
And doin time in them county pajamas
Cause them same niggas that swear they let it fly
Will take the stand in the two piece suit and testify
Niggas I schooled back their so ungrateful
But guess what I still don?t hate you
Cause you know like I know you was once a student in my class
Just mad I aint graduate you
On the other hand this beat is the realist
Thanks to P-illest
The streets feel us
So u know me had to kill it

Persevere

Alright, Alright, Alright we back now
These boys here gon really put the smack down,
Whoever intervene we gone put the clap down
Go ahead and act clown we aint gone back down
(repeat)

Buddy Mylez

Alright Alright please pipe down
F next my team got right now
We don?t play around
BX my town where the sun never shines and the skies light brown
Them thugs be clappin
Better watch how you rappin
Slip just one more time you?ll see what will happen
Yes sir I command em
Buddah search and attack em
The flow will have ya neck look like its snappin and crackin
Right now um just slackin
Me a hundred imagine
A session in the booth will have you believing in magic
It aint just me
4?treign dawg
Che, Perse, Joe Dirt, Q?s up Dawg
Can?t forget about Illest
Cause this beat is the realist
P-illa a.k.a skrilla, yea we stackin them digits
Who wanna get it poppin
Cause we aint never stopping
We making history
The world wanna cop when we drop em

Persevere

Alright, Alright, Alright we back now
these boys here gon really put the smack down,
Whoever intervene we gone put the clap down
Go ahead and act clown we aint gone back down
(repeat)

Che Kidd

Um still bangin wit the same set
Section 8 the great aint a thing gone change Jeff
You wanna battle take a rain check
I aint explained yet
My flow so stupid
I think I need my brain checked
I wrinkle hope on wax
Um bout to quite
Ghost write, and sprinkle dope on tracks
Don?t get ya boy started
I?d be a wrist wrap
And get his wig pushed back a couple of margins
And I aint tryna be hard either
One of yall dudes in a noose
So ya dudes will stop breathing
Easy does it
There you go
Now you know this aint ya average flow its Che Kidd
Joe Dirt, and Kid Buddah
Tryna stretch money
By comin off the top like bing shottas
Lucky ia int tryna get on son
Cause if so
You know the flow will slow ya a** from getting ya dough son

Persevere

Alright, Alright, Alright we back now
these boys here gon really put the smack down,
Whoever intervene we gone put the clap down
Go ahead and act clown we aint gone back down
(repeat)