Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap   Gon talk smack   Flash my gat   I’m finna spit and hold my dick   And heat shit up like a thermostat   Grab your partner by the chaps   Give your partner a pimp-slap   To 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 get 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 get 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      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 get 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