Now hold up, lets make this official
Now hold up, lets make this official
Now hold up, lets make this official
Now hold up, lets make this official

[1] Party Arty:
Hey yo’ gram for gram
Force the flavors when I give em
Step up with that garbage
And Ima hit you with the realism
Caps I peel, raps are real ill
I give em
I say a little something he can feel, that will hit him
Mr weed
Mixed with the hip hop, it’s sick
Make you wanna bug out
And lick a slug out yo' clip
I smoke the shit before shows and in the studio
My hair is wild like Coolio
Theres nothing you can do me yo
Me and Julio smoke blunts down in school yard
Who y'all?
Niggez were biffin’
My niggez will do ya’ll
Clip stylez and fool yall niggez
With the ghetto dwellas sickness
Get witness or get put on my hit list
Styles n***a
My styles will come and get you
World pack tracks like gats and fuckin pistols
MCs step and I rip em like tissue
If I was blind dumb def or cripple
My shit is still be official
[2] D-Flow:
Flows demand
And niggez can't understand
And learn who I am
My packet jam like mass transit
Now who you
Trying to come through all my crew
Fucking with your brain
Is my slang on the 1 and 2
Keeping me off the mic
Is like a cock block
What the fuck 9 mil in my drop top
Who up son?
Is when get niggez on your block done
Then Im pissing on your body until the cops come
Because I rap, don’t think its something sweet
Im in the hood just like you
The streets play for keeps
Sleep n***a weak, its deep like that
We use our guns for talk
In New York we speak like that
Word of mine, G stack is all I want
And if I don't get that then all I want is blunt
To all them bitches, word is born
You gone
Cause I wrote a poem
And Im sipping Dom Perignon
[3] Party Arty:
Name party arty
PA for short
I’m running brother laws of the ghetto
Never obey the court
And my style's the great adventure
The dwellers we climb
Make you niggez pay attention when we rhyme
Meaning your style can’t see mine
Heat up like water
Cause its tea time
Making the best press rewind
See I’m that type of guy
That hype a guy
That likes to fight
Niggez heads like kites so wide
I likes to lie
The weed
I'm not a lier, proceed
Or go for your life at the as the host of the empire
Its we
And if your head ain't boppin to the beat
N***a ima bust your shit
Yeah n***a each n***a
Reach (rich?) n***a
Forget the he say
And with the burners we play
And in the PJs this day we slay
Niggez that act tough
Step up with that wreck stuff
Thinking that they rough cause they rap rough
What up?
I call it bluff
Ain't nothing sweet
And I don’t get enough
For making niggez feel the mother fucking heat
[4] D-Flow:
Who’s the man?
Niggez still don’t understand
While our style expands
Who the fuck needs extra hands
Blow up that chocolate
And leave your whole block __
Full of ___
Cock it
Yeah the Glock kid
Realism that's what I’m talking
Fuck how you feel keep it real
Those that know how I do
Then you should know how I deal
Like that aces spade in this fuckin game
Niggez know
Tech 9s I toke
Herb smoke fills my brain
Bang the room is bright
Son twist the buddha right
(?) announce this, ounces
I'm smoking to a night of weed addict
All my life I seen static
Never had a quarter
But in my pants I have an automatic
Don’t act neurotic
Cause then I see you shook son
Shots I never took em
Fuck you get them hard looks from?