[Intro: Clinton Sparks]

Get familiar

I go by the name of Clinton Sparks

You are now rockin’ with

The New Crack City

Street album

My man Busta Rhymes

Big Bang album

In stores June 13th

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Look add the fire to it and carry out every action and marry my every passion with savvy I make it happen

Gladly I rep for fashion, badly I itch for clappin’

Now pass me the clip or fraction for askin’ I flip the script when then blast you bitch you mashin’

Somethin’ I love to do to be honest it’s nothin’ to it

Promise that I come through see regardless I gots to do it

Comin’ to take it all and then back you against the wall and then smack you and make you fall

Black is the way we ball

Stack then I make a call and then purchase Carnеgie Hall I’m withdrawin’ and never stallin’ wе’re always prepared to brawl

No matter how you try we ain’t goin’ nowhere you guys should just learn and accept the fact we back and we stayin’ (Surprise)

It’s workin’ for years to build a thing sweatin’ with tears to feel a thing that I could offer others to recognise the realest thing I have ever given that’s how we gon’ keep on livin’ now so hold your head my niggas come down and we strip the prison

[Chorus: Rick James, Notorious B.I.G, Busta Rhymes]

Peaceful contentment

Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep

Muah, may you rest in peace

Man we gon’ hang dry y’all bitch ass niggas, like we ain’t even got a dryer to dry the laundry

We airs y’all niggas out, early, Labba

[Verse 2: Labba]

Guerrilla warfare, we got that dere

Shottas, killers we got that dere

Drug dealers, hoes we got that dere

Nobody sleeps born to beef

Brownsville niggas use the corners coke enough

90’s niggas we gon’ bust a shot

Gangsters used to handle their differences

We all want to go shoppin’ at pick and kid

Now I’m in the room watchin’ Larry Davis

I’m about to go and hit the pavement

Pit time got me that spliff time

Homie hit me on the phone, we gon’ fire on the streets niggas

Fightin’ our soul make a hundred mil’ then I, turn off my phone

Fuck them niggas I ain’t gonna die broke with a stem in my mouth

Struggle for dope, shooks

[Chorus: Rick James, Notorious B.I.G]

Peaceful contentment

Seemed to caress me, as I watched you sleep

Muah, may you rest in peace