I WAS..      [Pos]   .. on my way, to the disco   You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night   Midnight to four, name at the door   but the whole crew I can get in as well   So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith   Let this be a jam that we need not miss   "Yeah I'm already en route," no doubt   Might even jump up on the mic   to make sure that this party's turned out   And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line   to stand we find girls screamin the blues   Miscellaneous shoes everywhere   "Yo Mase, what happened here?"   ("Go Brooklyn!") Yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules   Bump ?? people and out come the tools   Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews   and that's why them dudes hearts all pumped   Done closed the club down,   cause one of they niggaz got jumped   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **   Uh-huh, you heard the hook   No matter you Braveheart or shook   You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left   Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath   I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized   Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE   Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **      [Dove]   Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included   Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads   My New York City dawgs seem to master the art   When you hear the ("WHOO!") that's when the bullshit'll start   It only takes a second less you got on ice   Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice   Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass   My only advice is don't fall and book ass   For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position   where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara)   Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair   man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!!)   It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops   Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits   Waitin for the first vic to disrespect   Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **      [Pos]   It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies   and ya best believe we came to party   Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew   against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya   for reasons like - not in the right part of town   actin like you wore a crown   Some occasions long and mean to earn the right   to throw signs wearin only one color scheme   And bein positive is no exclusion   That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions   for flossin your hard-earned shine   I'm talkin games ?? ?? the longest   then it's some other niggaz time   You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage   Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage   Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin,   "Black people unite," and still catch a lump from the   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **   ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **      [Maseo]   Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped   We had to put this one on the album y'know?   Yeah - this is dedicated    to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany   That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club   Tried to knock me senseless   They just couldn't get me though   That's why I second round outside on 'em   Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards   and that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA)