I've been searching for my niggas and I don't know where to goI've been around my hood, how you know? And still I just don't knowScreaming that it's for the ladies, saying buka for the brosWhen you see them won't you tell them there's a party going onThe regulator OP breaking you down with the rugged * soundBe wearing a 5 foot 10, 170 pound lab from HarlemSnatching * up like a *** bagWho's that trick? The season of the thickAnd your Lord knows that I've flared that old rugged *My description alone got your brain pulsatingThe beat of the beat of the beat of the beatI thought I'm trying to ***, picture thatI'm representing the west side of this outfitThere's no damn doubt what I put out, it hitsBattle to battle, GalacticaI'm asking ya, do you want peace or do you want a massacre?Bring it, I'm sending back to your CODCause I can spoke you enough, like the DOCHell up in Harlem is what I claimNow I'm coming in on the bitches of the gameSitting you whack, motherfuckers down backThe * off us now cause A plus tracks is the soundNow who's the hoe to think they can fly with this?I'm chopping groups to singles, so imagine I'm * soloistLet it be known I'm coming bar noneEvery man for themself, now my clique is about to start someAin't no party like an East Coast partyCause the East Coast party don't stopAin't no party like a West Coast partyBut the East Coast party, the hip-hop jiggyPosse dick, you know the name we getYou know the niggas we withAnd the hells that ride the dickBefore you try tripping, let it be knownThat I'll be ripping that ass in and outThat's what I'm aboutI've been searching for my niggasAnd I don't know where to goI've been around my hood, how you know?And still I just don't knowScreaming bellies for the ladiesSaying, look up for the roseWhen you see them, won't you tell themThere's a party going onOff of the wall like Michael JacksonConsider me bad, I step on stageLike I came to kick assDrop the mic and step like Sandman's after your assWhen plus flips, niggas are getting cut like classAnd all the niggas are getting cut like classYou sucka, MC's are my sonsJesus is the one going buck buck like gunsI'll stick it in the head, then stick it in the sideAnd leave mystery blood like in O.J.'s ridePosse, you're making me laugh, now dieYou ain't respecting Lord's judgment, that's my reasonFussing in posse deep to get himTwisting ligaments like Steven Seagal hit himNow hop on the love boat and ease your painCruise the water through the sunshine and rainSipping a Guinness like it ain't no thingOr get knocked the * out like Deebo's my nameCause I got the body of a scarecrow, heart of a lionMind of the Wiz, that which is undyingSo I ain't got time for you Dorothy MC's to try me* around and get your chin checked three times by meIn the arena with my shorts sagging and my Timberlands looseIn case you wanna borrow my boots, I'm deadly but heavenlyYou wanna know how good we'll never be, deadly and heavenlyAh fool, just watch meAin't nobody like a East Coast partyCause the East Coast party don't stopAin't nobody like a West Coast partyBut the East Coast party don't stopCheck it inCheck itI got a severe weight to keep your pain partyI'm able to commit and murder and find the * funnyIt's a heat if I beat you like a batter up my backLouisville to be exact, swing and get your head crackedWatch your back, I'm packed with lyrics 24-7The noted lyrical weapon is who I am, niggaA savage like a wild cat from the shitty groundsOf New York City, rough bound when I'm getting downAnd I'm polished down, fools don't want none of meRough is how I'm coming, kicking * that you can't touchPick it back up, buddy, buck buck the devilI'm picking back up the bone on another level*, I'm robbing you for your spot on the charts, kidI did my share until the bit is what I never didThough one times watching every move I makeCause I swat ten boots and rollin' with my crazy troopsI've been searching for my niggas and I don't know where to goI've been around my hood, how you knowAnd still I just don't knowDreaming that it's for the ladiesSayin' book up for the brosWhen you see them won't you tell themThere's a party goin' onAin't nobody like an East Coast partyCause an East Coast party don't stopAin't nobody like a West Coast partyBut the East Coast started it, I'll check it outWork it, we play every dayParty we make, but this ain't fair to meI've been searching for my niggas and I don't know where to goI've been around my hood, how you knowAnd still I just don't knowDreaming that it's for the ladiesSayin' book up for the brosWhen you see them won't you tell themThere's a party goin' on