Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap  Gon talk smack  Flash my gat  I'm finna spit and hold my dick  And hear shit up like a thermostat  Grab your partner by the chaps  Give your partner a pimp-slap  Ti symbolize the ghetto trap  Step to the right  Give three claps  Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks  Ain't shit cookin on the stove but crack  This is the bat this hell begat  Cuz bosses are cleptomaniacs    Two by two  Promenade  Duck from a B1 bomber raid  Ain't bout the plans Osama made  Banks gettin paid off petrol trade  Circulate  Dosey-do  How much cash could a o-z grow?  Til all are fed and all have beds  My skin is Black  My star is red    FBI comin round the outside  Which one of us finna die tonight?  Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite  Or make a whole muthafuckin world  Ignite?  Everybody throw them bows  Right upside your partner's nose  By now you've got bloody clothes  Crabs in the barrel  So the story goes  Think of all their savage acts  Grabbin scratch from average cats  Bureaucrats with strings attached  Walk in place  Light the match    Two by two  Promenade  Duck from a B1 bomber raid  Ain't bout the plans Osama made  Banks getting paid of petrol trade  Circulate  Dosey-do  How much cash could a o-z grow?  Til all are fed and all have beds  My skin is Black  My star is red    Everybody get down low  Bout the level of your toes  These dance moves we usually do  Are not the ones that we have chose  Grab on to that beat and grind  Try your best to stay alive  We can run  We can't hide  Might as well just stay and fight    Two by two  Promenade  Duck from a B1 bomber raid  Ain't bout the plans Osama made  Banks getting paid off petrol trade  Circulate  Dosey-do  How much cash could a o-z grow?  Til all are fed and all have beds  My skin is Black my star is red    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta