Kid Capri, N.O.R.E., Big Pun - Block Party lyrics

Yeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother
Fuckin crib you heard
Yeah! We tryin'to get this
Shit poppin' over here
Huh, block party all that
Shit man "block party"
Come over here nigga here
Were is happening here's were
Is poppin' at baby, djayin' that shit

My nigga Rich nice told me an said get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The NOR hit the mic just like I perform
I be hyped up new Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you niggas still acting like
Y'all niggas is tough
I got the one weed spot
That's' the Branson stuff
Other niggas talk about it but
You see me with such
And I'm thugged out catch me
With the animal bunch
Get head in the wip smoke animal blunts
G's up hoes down nigga fuck them stuts
And I'll be flippin'
You get a nice chick I like a chicken
You don't believe me ask Bill Clinton
Track master do that shit
That y'all niggas wouldn't
And Kid Capri do that shit
That you niggas couldn't
And I smoke green from Cali
I'm wild at the rally
I'm ill like shack in the
Paint with the alley
My nigga Big Pun will sit on y'all cats
Ayo my nigga Kid Capri will
Shit on y'all tracks
And we ain't got no love for y'all tracks
We love big ass keys and
Y'all like little ass cracks

I could rock a rhyme as quick
As I could clock a knot
Y'all niggas clockin' mine
Cus I'm getting lots of shine
The Kid Capri could be the cat
That could change the face of rap
Let me hear you trace the map
The Bronx is were the stations at
The fake foes hangin' out with fake hoes
Y'all 'spose to be the one
That keep it Jumping
Were you standing and frontin'
The Black Italian
Y'all chick better keep the smiling
From here to Boys Island
Mother fuck all the stylin'
Keep the hundred pallet or
Either sign that shit
Y'all niggas pay attention on
Ever rhyme I wet
Is time legit to every time I get
Y'all fools is straight falling off
As I climb the jet
The Kid Capri causing hating misery
Number one for a while son check the history
By the way all you talker pack
What you got to say
Cus you lacking every day
Pun make these rappers pay

Yo it's your man from Puerto Rico
That slaughters peoples like raw perico
I'm for the people
Fire power not a total recall
Look out your people and I'll
Bloodshot your baby blues
Look at my chizmo and my
Mugshot in the daily news
How many crews I gotta run
Through when it come through
Gettin' raw, I'm the predator
Comin a Hunt you
Niggas think is something sweet
On the fuckin street
But I be there busting my heat
When there's nuttin' to eat
Fuck it I cheat cus that's the ghettos anthem
I know the devils laughing every time
He hears somebody's metal clappin'
Ain't no napping in the city
Cus it never sleeps
Wake up like what happen when I bust
A cap on your feather geez
I led at least a thousand caps
With a thousand raps with how many acts
Actually ever really come out of wax
Just a few I pull this
Track through the vestibule
And turn the rest of you
Corn niggas into vege tables