Aiyo, it's me, y'all, back again, NYC stand up<br /><br />[Verse 1]<br />It’s me, TK, back with the chronicles<br />Tell you what I see from the blocks, there the robbers go<br />Ain’t no braggadocio, it’s straight up the truth<br />Babies having babies crying Brenda still in her youth<br />Hustlers cover up the game, the cops out on the loose<br />Getting by hardly these days, the struggle it takes them under<br />Used to be beautiful, today it’s ugly as the Cookie Monster<br />There’s older folks having trouble counseling kids ‘cause they got problems themselves<br />And the kids are selling ounces of piff<br />From Brooklyn all the way to the Bronx to check on my brothers<br />But I can’t not see the guns, poor ones and weeping mothers<br />It’s all around where we are<br /><br />[Verse 2]<br />Turn the CD up louder<br />Rebel, hit the streets, surround town hall, y’all<br />What the people know, fierce<br />Cops, they let the guns blow<br />Watch out, get down below<br />How low can a brother go?<br />The life of crime is not the right way, ya know<br />Fear, the companies try to control<br />Put your game face on and go and say it with me<br />Mr. President, we won’t take all of this gibberish<br />Everybody, unite and hear me now<br />We gotta teach the old folks, children and middle age people<br />Rise up and wise up now for real ha<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br />I hear ya, guys, but after all that’s done, we gotta go back home and have some fun<br />Invite the fine ladies, pop the Dom Pérignon<br />Don’t overdo it, the kids will see us stumbling around<br />You know how we do<br />Bring out the cigars as we regroup with our peoples<br />But why for? Well, to quote Rick James, it’s a celebration, bitches<br />It’s like July 4th, and we into big thangs<br />Where be at?<br />Dude just around the corner with the sound system, you know how hip-hop boys does<br />Put away them toys, it’s a party, man<br />And your boy goes by the party-man<br />We gettin’ it on as planned
