Lyrics:
Park Avenue Beat

murder. Leave me with your bitch in a mini-skirt and I might serve her. Park on the curber! Treating me like a pervert. Fuck it, eat it, beat it, see

street, we stressed, still wanna eat I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper Holdin' red pepper, everybody on reach I need a beat to expand

Prodigy Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list this You don't wanna miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep your

Once upon a time Kris Kringle stole a beat up Maverick parked behind my house He used a screwdriver to jimmy the lock After that he jumped into the stolen

to drop, ahh All a the heat rise to the beat wise To that nigga that spit that street fire Mystikal, Andre and big Boi takin em out of the park like

have to eat A mass of peeps, with they own masterpiece The crafts elite, we going past the beat The latest technique no other place get as deep Who parks

't be beat No, she can't Well, I'm goin' out walkin' Walking down through the park Yes, I'm goin' out walkin' Walking down through the park I'm gonna

keep it on wax, but we can't This is past any rationalization We have captured national media attention Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension Start building soon as we enter the '106 and Park

it don't stop The body body body body rock, yeah Hip hop, who sat out in the dark We used to do it out in the park Hill Avenue, ain't a damn thing new