[children yelling, chairs squeaking] [teacher's voice interrupts] Excuse me! Excuse me! Quiet down, quiet down, quiet down Now listen This is hardcore
Here comes the boom, with the hip hop bash as I smash and crash How many gangsta rappers are gonna last? Not one, they got done, I had fun doin em and
on the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac Back up ya boys and let's start the battle act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to
Yeah... it's a real sad story Show you just how unjust this world is Let me tell ya bout a guy named Jack Jack B. Nimble, Jack be quick There's a cop
[Verse One: Masta Ase] I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas Ghetto dwellas With ammunition in their cellas And no remorse in their hearts
how we get sent on From twelve a.m. to the early morn' If you seen them things then blow ya horn 'Cause if ya not there's something wrong! [Masta Ace
way through the lyrics that be catchin em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin em When they take a loss, take a loss to the master and
-Side [Chorus] I just got paid... It's Friday night... I'm sittin on chrome... And I'm feelin alright... [Verse Three:] You can't I-N-C me, the Ace
y'all, clap your hands y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all [repeat] [Verse One: Ase] Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack It's the Masta
(...I think underground is whatever, your mood or your feelings might be at the time So long as it's the truth... truth... truth...) [Verse One:] I
on the Sidewalk_ Brains on the sidewalk! And all we wanna do now Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill [Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase] One two, one
it's gonna be all right Cause live from New York it's Saturday Nite [Scratched x4] "Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" [Masta Ace] It's the offbeat
(feat. Paula Perry) [Verse One: Paula Perry, Masta Ase] One two one two, check it I can't stay home Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone "
8] One two, one two, this be number trey Might be in the game, but I don't think you wanna play I'm coming with the flav, getting more rich than Bay I say, this Master
[Chorus:] It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin on a ride It's the ride y'all, come on I know you wanna ride It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin
Give me some of that good ol' love Ohh, let me make you, you Give me some of that good ol' love Whoa, ohh, put your hands together And show your love
It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride It's the ride y'all, come on I know you wanna ride It's the ride y'all, come on we're goin? on a ride
paid It's Friday night I'm sittin' on chrome And I'm feelin' alright You can't I.N.C. me The Ace niguh, so be ghost like Amity Ville horror, till tomorrow