Free Agents

["celebration" skit continued]<br>It`s a celebration y`all, let`s do it!<br><br>[Havoc]<br>Yeah y`all<br>Bounce, yeah, bounce<br>YEAH! Aight? Aiyyo..<br><br>Cats like, "Hav`, what the deal Dunn?"<br>Nigga back on his grind, tryin to kill son<br>A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin?<br>But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin<br>Straight short nigga oxin niggaz givin `em doctor stitches<br>First chance I get, you know I`m shittin<br>on them fake-ass thugs, stuntin in the club<br>Don`t get scuffed in front of these broads<br>Homey so pussy, what they do to they broad<br>Beat them bitches up if they dance to the Mobb<br>Type of shit is that?<br>That won`t stop her from lettin us blow her back, bounce to that<br>Homey we got this locked<br>Like champagne in a wino hand we gon` pop and<br>Hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not<br>Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shot<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>Just party, don`t get yourself shot (uh-huh)<br>Leave all the drama back home at the block<br>At the bar double shots goin down, straight chillin<br>While the DJ, playin what I`m feelin (pimpin them hoes)<br><br>[Prodigy]<br>Yeah, aiyyo<br>I`m -- permanently bugged, genuinely thugged<br>I`m hot-blooded, don`t have me with the snub<br>All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you fucked<br>And I`m back up on shorty with the hourglass cut<br>We got mountains and we gon` have a smokefest son<br>C`mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper<br>Ain`t it amazin I`ll stretch how we keep bangin<br>We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta<br>Queensbridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists<br>We come through, blow shit up, America`s<br>nightmares right here live in the flesh<br>Our blood and bone be sittin in Ferraris and better<br>We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters<br>And take flights back home to hop up in some next shit<br>While you tryin to get your hand on some cash<br>We never gotta touch money again, we got plas-tic<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Noyd]<br>Feel that nigga, yeah<br>Okay yo, aiyyo<br>Aiyyo we ain`t gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor<br>Shit, `til them fuckin flamers empty out player<br>Cause boy I thought you knew, don`t confuse me with the music<br>I`m on loadin nines up, ridin up, shootin it<br>I`m hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark<br>I`m grimy, you find me where the loot is with Lugers<br>The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters<br>With dudes that`ll cut ya, that`s what eatin your food is<br>Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it<br>Cause niggaz be flaggin and braggin when they cut up your nugget<br>Knee deep in the grind like "fuck it"<br>We gotta keep it real son that`s only how the people gon` love it<br>And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid<br>We on another level, yeah we really on some next shit<br>Got the techs spittin and makin more connections<br>Makin more cash and blastin more weapons<br><br>[Chorus]