We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
I flip on any strip put in front of me yo
Murder in a visional life
You better keep it down low
Stepped on me because you're
Booyah the war shit uh
The dada the smooth key you keep it flowless
Rolls with the clique quick no bus show shit
97 Booyah ain't having it uh
Now player's keep hating and faking
But we'll be making figures
With the damn dada hooligan nigga
We'll be spotting shit talking
I can walk in in the area
And lyrically burry ya
Put you to the carrier
To the cementary
So I can burry ya
Now let me make it clear not the ones to fight war
That is the season to give reason to make pleasing
You're with 'em when you're up on the show
I'm slapping that ass on your bitch down low
The flow that ya blow was pure death original
The shit that you wrote was too damn digital
Punk ass bitch run back to your mama
I know where to find ya here's comes Papa
Before you been over put some grease on your ass
'Cause Nana's gonna come to make a mess
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
Hamburg in the house
Is Brooklyn in the house
Jil Brake is in the house
My man Bülow is in the house
Check it
Tony C. the fairytale teller
Spitting out lyric even it's a-cappella
In the music mix we are million record seller
Ain't lots of cash like Mister Rockefeller
We all came together for our man Nana
You know the darkman huh the real dark brother
So all you jealous motherfuckers step back
'Cause Nana's in the house he's about to attack
We are money maker you're nothing but a faker
Calls Booyah music aka Undertaker
So check this out man got it packed and who am I
Who else can right with that short low jacket
Are you a son with the godi ladi dadi ass
Anybody who likes to party
To any woober wanna test
I'll kill 'em softly quickly
The black the short law
From the Booyah clan
Lyrically I'm stoned up warmely
I'm washing talk what is more
Anyway I dedicate this weird to my man
An an an eighty's nigga won't play
Funny sees better play
With mics spitted on Halle Barry
They ain't be coming at me
When I talk my walk collector's are
Straight back a matter of fact
I'm older there like the boy you down low
Which is making the noise
How to be some yo about the blow of this bluff
When I sat for the cuff where I wanna start
Definetely got the niggas told a fucker
Hold up flip this crip niggas
I'm on the mic check
Once you clapped your body session
Like a shock then come with mine
Bring my drumma Dennie guy
Shy in the area short low the dope master
Yea elevate all of you playa hatas
What what what we're live and direct out to cause
It's an old and dirty shame
How far niggas will go
To come up with a name like Down Low
And represent that shit at a show
You niggas are too slow
And you niggas don't know
About a free style flow
To keep it soft and slow
I'm about to set that shit loose
To your chest and to ya
Black and short law a new edition to Booyah
For all you wannabes who tried to flip da scrip
This guy has flipped 50 or penalty because I gripped
From Nana to Bülow now you niggas know that
We don't take no shit and how Booyah flow
On and on with the punk style flow
Representing hip hop now you now
It's live and direct coming from the Booyah camp
Tony hooked the nigga up
Or plug him a mic or two a hand
And I'm out and it's like that
And I'm out and it's like that
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
If I through a pan at your head
It would leave out dead
That would be bigger
Than the brain you contain insane
Now here is the new agenda
The shit is called rap
Not a rub motherfucker
So step behind the lines
Let me show you how we've done
You call yourself a gangster
But you've never seen a gun
And you shoot your cool funk
It's a smell out of flow
So I think it's time for you motherfuckers
To go down – listen
But check the cain of this ail aledding
'Cause you're be faking move like Marion
Messed on strings
Oh can you hear we're coming
Like rooster huh
Name Nana super fly dada
Booyah in your ear so bring you on right now
Because I'm back from the depth
To rule whatever's mine
To my black folks
Never getting the best joke
It's been a long time coming
Check my days on the sway
Laddy laddy laddy laddy
I swing on this swab of a good law
Hello Salassia hey you're running from the Ebru
Seen 'em like a fake
Want the beats on my buds set not flex
And take the noise on my backs
I gotta screw my brothers
Bout this niggas in industry
And gotta watch my back
Before you dope and put me
You crooked demons looking at me
Like you want something
Bout I'm down with Booyah
And we're out with the cash
He he he he he how
It's the lady of the house
Singing harmony with the melody
Everybody shout it out
All you playa hatas step back
Booyah is about to attack
Motherfucker be aware
Booyah soldiers are everywhere yea
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
This is Aleks the one with the K
Booyah is the place to stay
Female voice make some noise
This is the way we rock a party
Like click click laddy daddy
Ain't nothing like a Booyah party
Hey Nana let's start some fire
Making Booyah fakes
All the suckers can be higher
Admire a female like me
Thee decide to copy
Wanna hurt me or my family
To caps in your head
Night night sweet tight
All the jealousy makes me rock my enemy
Baby if you don't hear then you better here
When the Booyah men arrested
The females are still dear
Make way here I come here's the no 1 contender
Heavy weight champion stop tripping surrender
Blaw blaw to your jaw you ain't coming back for more
Knock you on the ground just say hi to the floor
Ha this is how we do in 1997
Booya coming straight for you ass representing
Got Tony C. Short lord black ski the dan dada
Bülo Swift Daisy Dee Jan and the Papa
Baby you wear check check one two check
Old school style still fly in full effect
Get in shape with your punk ass crew before you step
Booya will do ya and break your fucking neck
Let me tell you one thing before we get neck to neck
Give me a sec and let me see who's next
Yea yea this is how we do Booya style
When you step to us you better bow down and smile
No need to apply for the competition
Booya in the house and we are on a mission
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk ass missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
You know man Nana what that's all about man
Yea man it's all about the non-believers and backstabbers know what I'm saying
So you know it's all about about
Make money make money make money
Make money make money
So you know all those you know
All the playa hatas out there
You know what I mean you know
If you wanna buy a real good album
You know with some skills and all that
You better go out and buy the album
Of my motherfucking nigga Nana
Y'know what I'm saying
That's it y'all you know
This guys men you know
The think with their faces they can buy bread
But that shit's gotta cause money niggaz
You know what I'm saying
That that's it men you know
They got the fake gold yo men you know
They they they they ain't got no
The only gold they got is in their fucking teeth
And that's what it is men
Let me say that my fucking rollex
Is from Taiwan motherfuckers
Is it man you know
I like the nice girls who sing for the guys
And say nothing
Try to sing like and she don't sing
So you eat this
Halle halle booyah is in the house yea
Yea you know we ain't losing
When we got all that shit
You know what I mean
We got Bülow on the board
What's up B
This is the fucking outdraw of the fucking song
It doesn't matter if it's 10 minutes
We pay this motherfuckers
And it's TC and I'm out
This is Nana y'know what I'm saying
Aka Dot and my motherfuckers
Blaw in your motherfucking face
Peace I'm out
Yo yo yo yo this is Jan Bisic
Yo this is the Bear and this one's for all you who's
Without crazy as we cut this shit on
And this is Alex and I'm out yea
You better recognize that he's out
You know that's for you
And if you walk out and do a good thing for us
You know put the 35 $ on Marc's album
And buy the fucking record
Blawing your face - peace