14 Emcees - Bizarre, 3six, Beez

I go by the name of DJ Young Mase

Good 2 be back, but this time

I brought 14 friends

Matter fact, 14 Emcees!

Fat Father dunn showed up

And a couple boxes of doughnuts

No time for stunts, I’m one militant grownup

Crunk, willing to hold up chumps

To get exposed.

Fat Michigan soldier

Cats hit you in the?

Trapped in this ridiculous culture: fuck Oprah!

No hope, my brain is broke, I’m bipolar

You microwave shit?

I pop trunks with the toaster (3Six)

Beef with ya beef, Guarantee the whole crew will ride

And we make the homicide look like suicide

So nigga, you decide!

Either you run with the squad

Or you can keep playing God and get crucified

Use the 9, I don’t ride when it’s Valentine

Send you to the angels like you been traded to Anaheim

Bring the caskets out whenever I’m spazzing out

Fire in the woods somewhere, like?

house

Bodybag em, toe-tag em

Lyrically, I beat these beats up like a Magnum (Get 'Em)

You getting fucked tonight, you better grab something

Fuck boy, I can hire you to go bag something

My money long, I don’t even need a bank account

Big bank take little bank, what your bank about?

Mine read whole numbers plus six zeroes

I be turning 16s into a pocket full of Euros

(Kid Vishis)

Yeah, Kid Vishis the Prince

Sickest in Michigan since

I’ve been spittin', rippin' niggas is a tradition

I spaz, I can box, but I ain’t jabbin'

Imma pop his light bulb like a good thought gone bad

Give her the hit stick like Madden

Fly as Aladdin, higher than Saturn with stilts

Every time I hit your white bitch twat, it’s a gift

Call that shit my Cracker Jack box

Shim Bango, F.K., the boy is me

My goal is to be as high as Charlie Sheen

Its hard to take MCs seriously on screen

When they prancin' dancin' harder than Ben Vereen

Ill skills, I spill fo’real, one shot put him in the chair like chill

I’m in the sky rollin’up cuz he be like «blill», I know your momma won’t but

yo' man would

Become a drug mover and a rider, big wheel blata

Beef like Kobe I’m the shooter

Shoot ‘till you see straight through your garage

Then slide off feelin' like Hakuna Matata

I don’t hide lady drama, stick her with 7 pounds 6 ounces like baby mama

.380 Llama, yeah I even got one wit me cuz I ain’t tryna let ‘em do me like

they young beef

I’m blowin' ganja smoke,

packin' all kinds of toast

That’ll make you change your lifestyle like the condom broke

Give her the work, I’m on the turf move slabs often

I’ll push your shit back like a bad barber

I lines ‘em up well, aim sharp Steve Harvey

I’m Cheech and Chong blowin' hong like three Marley I know they hate me

I ain’t in low definition so I’mma be the first one to do murders in HD

Damn!

There you have it 14 Emcees

You know what time it is, Pay Attention!

We Back muthafuckers!