Live From Pimp Palace East

What's your next assignment
Crowd control
It means business
But not repeat not
If it means the destruction of the entire city of New York
Alright everybody
No truth  there's only room for ads
Got so many rhymes
Need to jot em down on helicopter pads
Pluck silly mortals off of they barstools
Wrike me  spot a Benz
Left community service in a car pool
Elegant for delf  can't describe my flows
That's why hoes say he's somethin' else
Go down and tell
Huggy's rhymes stolen
That's like seein' a blackman in a Klan suit live rollin'
Easter suits torn  Indian burns some Newports
You make as much noise as En Vogue without Dawn
Made three rights but still one left from wrong
Frame that a** with heroin' and child porn
How it got there  nobody knows
I drink to get out of bed
That's how you know I'm drunk at shows
Yo Hug  we got space up in here
That's aight  I'll take the stairs
Come in more colors than plasining
In the Bronx Blancino
Upstate white boy showin' off my libido
Was here more than Killroy Killroy
You wouldn't bring lard to a Save the Whales protest
So don't bring icey rhymes if it's Hug in contest
Here they are
Their names
J-Zone
Huggy Bear
Al-Shid
He was gonna whip my a**
I'm supposed to be impressed
Put your money where your mouth is
Who is this mutha
I have someone with me
I'd like you ladies and gentlemen to meet
I send smei to they oblivion
I done won more fights
With these mics than the Heighs got Dominicans
Niggas take this rap sh*t loosely
Couldn't touch me even if
I snuffed you and afterwards said excuse me
So we can slap box
Either pack Glocks  my rap rocks
Either way  you all don't want it
Like a bottle of backwash
My whole click is dumbfound
Mad deep and none smile
We bring more hard time than Sundow
A bunch of while alcoholics
Keepin' niggas on they toes
Like a bunch of midgets pissin' at a toilet
I seen players forfeit when they see Huggy and Shiddy
Cause we don't see eye to eye like
Ray Charles and Stevie
Believe me  when I roll your squad's foldin'
What I produce'll have niggas sayin'
Holy Sh*t  like God's calling
Now  now  don't let me disrupt things
J-Zone  baby
J-Zone  I got a up at chasin' Napster for checks
Because I'm broker than
James Evans with platinum respect
So I'm swingin' for the back fences
Till the downloading stops
And pimp and rap sins
Till I'm rich as Gary Coleman's pops
Yo  kids got dubs of your tapes givin' you pounds  man
Tell em eat a dick until they give a ni**a SoundScan
Haha  aight
But let me flip the subject
To rappers rockin' wife beaters
And barely weigh a buck wet
Y'all need to eat a steak or something
F**k  put some weight on
Saw Menace and wanna get your Larenz Tate on
SP's to Cubase to Dr  Rhythm basics
With beats I sell fat cans of botulism cases
Punk  you must be dumb
That's a a** whippin' in a can
And rubbers make me numb
So I can never be a Minute Man
Crusin' on a date
Pumpin' Bushwick Bill
And I'm over due for a shape-up
But I push dick still
Best producer on the mic
Ah-ah  never claimed it  money