Grab The Microphone

Yeah, it's like salutation, greeting
 Ladies and gents, good evening
 I'm the speaker for the evening
 Get up out your chair, throw your hands in the air
 Have drinks on me, hit it slow, though
 Each to those, well potent
 Some particle, compound into one article
 The headline read, shall I proceed?
 Hell yeah, well let the turntable spin
 Like the chrome on the G wag' Benz, let's begin
 Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggaz wanna lick they glock
 When I grab the microphone, I can't stop
 To drop that shit that make you get "ahh"
 Down on your face, with your the gun to your --
 Ladies in the club, they frontin' like --
 My brothers in the club, we try'nna get "ahh"
 Look, another smash hit, my niggaz from the boulevard
 East New York squad, in the yard gettin' ripped
 'Least twenty five a clip, a hundred men stomp in ya face
 The wolves barkin', careful, you might get trampled
 Caught flashin', wrap him in the masking tape
 Jimmy Basking, murder was the case when the crowd break fool
 Iron Mic Duel held down by the poolside
 Along came a spider, spun spools in a cypher
 Screamin' on your mic, leads spray from the sawed off pipe
 Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang, flow gold
 Like water off the brim when it rain
 Iron Maiden, checkmating, no escaping, we takin' it
 So terrorfyin', so electrifyin'
 Ya'll niggaz can't deny, it's so death defyin'
 Also, unique, it's so much heat
 On the turntable wax, when I speak on the beat
 One-two, throw it up, like you came to gave it up
 Drop something in the collection cup, for the cause
 Of the sixteen bars, fast cars and jewelry
 Fine silk, Cantanose wine make the rhyme shine
 Bright on the seven continent
 Take it to the fullest extent
 Go anywhere, and live
 Yeah, P. Diddy, I know you dancin'
 Crowd still movin', ladies groovin'
 When the God show and provin'
 Shit went something like that, I can't remember how that go.
 Knawhatimean?