Kinetic 9 - The Grunge lyrics

[Intro: Beretta 9] Car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress 37 between 106th We got a possible homicide All cars, all cars, we got a situation down [RZA] Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of Hpnotiq Ya'll b**hes want beef, son, you got it Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed Don't front on this n***a, I'mma from New York Ci-zey! Ya'll bu*ter pec', make my nut squeak Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh bu*ter pec', make my nutter weak And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u White Cadillac truck just high beamed us Mami look like she was Angie Martinez I don't espanol, I play imposter I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?" Let's slip back to my casa She was like "n***a! You sound like rasta!" I'm the ace in the decks... *girl speaking spanish* [RZA] I'm the ace in the deck, still casin' a Tec That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck The ba** and the treb', the space in the back Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped I'm not known to talk a lot Sit on five whips, son, so I don't walk a lot Got ten chicks, so I don't hawk a lot Been around the world, but I love New York a lot Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie Bobby! f**in' the mics is my hobby f**in' the mics is my hobby [Outro: girl] Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby {*car smashing and gla** shattering*}