Lyrics:
Da Beatminerz Brace 4 Impak

must be lookin somewhere else but, "Don't know what'cha talkin 'bout", lazy eye Ha, sicker than your average Aquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome infectin faggots [Chorus x4

(feat. Shades of Brooklyn) [Wild Son talking] Yea yea Wild Son, Wilson Ave Shades of Brooklyn motherfuckers Beatminerz, check this shit out here Check

(feat. Krumbsnatcha, David Banks) [Evil Dee] Wig, this one's for you kid!! [Baby Paul] Rest in peace to my possum in Marl's Who's names I wear on my

I'm sayin Beatminerz, Brace 4 Impak, July {*scratching*} Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo Yo this for the press, you know what I'm sayin Beatminerz, Brace 4 Impak, July

uh, uh-uh c'mon) No I don't wanna love you, aaaahhaa No I don't wanna love, ummmhmmm (yea, yea, y'all havin fun yet) [Talib Kweli] Total, Talib Kweli, yea Beatminerz

(feat. Naughty By Nature) [Hook: Both] I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich Love for

in my bank account Fuck workin thirty years on the paper route [Chorus] [Lord Have Mercy] Yea, yo, yea Black Moon style, what Yea, yea, what, yea Beatminerz