Put The Next Man On - Prince Paul, Sha, Breeze

The Green Bandit, son, the fiends hand it over like juggling

And the only slight trouble is keeping up, sleeping, what?

I flips more weight than Oprah, strips off fate

Then hope my skills superb, crills to herb to dope

I lace brothas, butter wounds, I bless the spender

But test, I bend or waste mothafuckers

Rules are broke, get smoked free of charge

We not drugs but hot slugs, see I’m Large like Mister

I gots no shame, irrational nigga, the cash clime

Shit ain’t no game, it’s more like a national past time

Your sales pitcher, down the pipe, come get a hit

I never fail to get your clown types

I never quit pursuing these crabs, recruiting rehabs in churches

My search is ongoing but yo fuck it, I want this dough in

Can I please this crime crew?

Shit, Genovese times two

Be in drug store to thug lore

If you got some flow, and I got some flow

You gettin dough, baby doll and I’m gettin dough

We can chill on the hill, word bond

And put the next man on like we supposed to put him on

Ayo, that’s my son, I state that on my word

Place that nigga on 103rd, then make cream off of bird

Yo I’ma watch 'em, he come up short and I’m gon' smoke em

Either way, you could say I’m that bronc' that broke em

He wanna learn, I say give him a chance

He fuck up and the devil’ll be having a last dance

I think he’ll do it right, he knows the consequences

To fuck up after that?

That shit’s too expensive

Every time 'caine was took out, he was the lookout

Wanna know how much I made?

Just ask one of them niggas to pull the book out

I state this on my word bond, just put him on

In time he’ll come up shinin like a mothafuckin Don

I gets money like Lil Kim, could take a facial

To make 'em pay a skill, forget it, dunny

My shit’ll win you jackpots

Commission be officially a crack spot wit a purpose

I get my service then niggas serve us

A neighborhood infested, that’s the good investment

I peeps your operation, let a nigga give me most high

I never been arrested, but expect the unexpected

With full premeditation, when I run in with po-nine

I freaks the amnesia, or maybe like I be strung out

Catchin a damn seizure, fuck it, I bites my tongue out

Nothin to lose, cousin, your crews are top-notch

Let’s get biz, run through niggas blocks like hopscotch

TARIQ: I’m sayin, complete and total detriment to society.

Yo, a match made in

hell, word is bond.

A wonderful day for the organization.

It’s just gon' be

perfect for everybody involved.

You get money, I get money, everybody get money,

everybody shine, as the neighborhood declines

(How could anything go wrong?)

(How could anything go wrong?)