Artist: Clean Cut Craig Album: Next Chapter Compilation Song: For All My Peoples Typed by: nelly@itis.com Verse 1: As I represent for my hip hop nation Brothers bracin' for a taste of the bass and Real niggas kick the real feel I guess This is the way that niggas do it from around my rest So here I go check 1-2 with the crew Hittin' you brother from another Planet but I'm Digable Never play the fool you do if you assume That I couldn't make a record checkin' wrock on the boom Even form my first I was diverse with the verse Use to hope fro the best and if worse came to worse I just marinate my spiral notebook with rhymes with possitive mind Waitin' for my time to shine I seen a million video's I heard a million wack albums That still couldn't even go gold if you comiled 'em I bet your bottom dollar or your last four quarter if ya wanna I'm strickly blowin' niggas out the water Hook: Now all my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAH All my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAH All my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAH If so let me know you get doe is you with me? All my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAH All my peoples are you in here? HELL YEAH To all peoples are you in here? YEAH We got the funk in the trunk we not drunk but we tipsy Verse 2: Yeah niggas talking loud but ain't sayin' nothin' Puffing and puffing enough enough with your bluff (what?) Screwin' up your grill I guess you feel real tough What make a rapper hardcore is when his rhymes be rough So I can still keep on I drop a bomb like Sadamm Hussein keep a half a paragraph on your brain, uh That's what makes the Clean Cut hot like a diamond Brothers isn't tryin' to be vibin' while I be rhymin' This is for my peoples from around the way Maintain your game like everyday Never half step and get it all I say If a nigga violated then he gots to pay I see 'em hawkin' stalkin' when I'm walkin' King of New York andI let my style do my talking When I delete the weak they meet defeat when I speak Cause I'm so heavy I leave my footprints in concrete Hook Scratching "That's how it is" Verse 3: I stick the style I make you wanna studder Hummina hummina all day never Parkay keep it butter bra Brother broham you know who I am God damn don't you ever try to sham on your fam Cause everywhere we go you know my crew roll deep Stayin' alive we survive on the Bedstuy streets True believer you can either catch a fever Or go out in a blaze with your hands on your heater (whoa) Teacher teacher this is how I reach ya reach ya It's the Clean Cut on the feature Now what ya seen will make you fiend The kid with the clean cut laid back demenor Shootin' my words like sperm they jangle jingle Dad I need a bag I had to bust nut on the single (aaah) I'm comin' out the east the biters need to cease Two is on each I'm out y'all peace Hook