The Lordz - The Bad Racket lyrics

(Verse One: performed by Kaves) Don't make me put down my beer cause I'll bust that grill And grab the Louisville out the Coup De Ville Wiseguy, good fella, mean street, city dwella And if you talk that sh** than you wind up in my cellar I'll bat you to the pulp with my fiction My diction, causes friction in any jurisdiction The lordz run the rackets on the ponies, my cronies Stuck a feather in my hat and they called it macaroni (performed by Scotty Edge) Yo they call me Scotty Edge from the tenement slum I had to fight to get a crumb it's the white shark in the chum You can tell where I'm from, from the letters on my jacket I got a crew that's gonna back it, there a bad freegin racket They soldier up when it's time to go to war Outsiders on the turf and we meet at the corner store And drink and to we stumble, to it's time to go and rumble Like the Wanderers, we're warriors and we're on the move for trouble (Chorus) Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out Yo I'm trapped in the racket and I can't get out I said I can't get out they pull me right back in (Verse Two: performed by ADMoney) Well it's the bad racket sound throwin' down for the crown You better take those colors off if you're steppin' in my town I got no time for the gat cause that sh**s wikiwak Yo you must be smokin' crack if you think you can get with this style Take it New York bound we're the originators of the rap throwdown From the Bronx to Manhattan, Brooklyn keep them clappin' I got Louisville slugger for you punks that are packin' yo (performed by Scotty Edge) I can't get out they pull me right back in It's the bad freegin racket with the Brooklyn battle hymn They call me gentleman Jim, we're original like sin We're the Lordz they're the frauds you find them in a garbage bin You can't tag you're not a writer it's time to pay the bag piper You're just a biter a yo yo overnighter (performed by Paulie Two Time) I'm Manhattan bound watch the cop on the beat Let's have a sitdown kid on Mulberry Street Talk is cheap like a parakeet If you snitch on the racket yo the mob rolls deep (performed by Kaves) Well it's the capo with the flow from the social club The Feds rock the tapes when they make the dubs I go to rags to riches like the Big Ragu It's the LOB crew with the Budweiser brew Boom Bata Bing, Boom Bata Bing check it It's the Lordz of Brooklyn bad racket respect it (Chorus)