F/ Al-Shide, Huggy    (What's your next assignment?  Crowd control  It means business  But not - repeat - not   If it means the destruction of the entire city of New York)    (Alright everybody)    [ Huggy ]  No truth, there's only room for ads  Got so many rhymes, need to jot em down on helicopter pads  Pluck silly mortals off of they barstools  ( ? ) spot a Benz, left community service in a car pool  Elegant for delf, can't describe my flows  That's why hoes say he's somethin else  (Go on down and tell em) Huggy's rhymes stolen?  That's like seein a blackman in a Klan suit live rollin  Easter suits torn, Indian burns some Newports  You make as much noise as En Vogue without Dawn  Made three rights but still one left from wrong  Frame that ass with heroin and child porn  How it got there, nobody knows  I drink to get out of bed, that's how you know I'm drunk at shows  (Yo Hug, we got space up in here)  That's aight, I'll take the stairs  Come in more colors than ( ? )  In the Bronx Blancino  Upstate white boy showin off my libido  Was here more than Killroy (Killroy)  You wouldn't bring lard to a Save the Whales protest  So don't bring icey rhymes if it's Hug in contest    (Here they are)  (Their names)  (J-Zone)  (Huggy Bear)  (Al-Shid)  (He was gonna whip my ass)  (I'm supposed to be impressed?)  (Put your money where your mouth is)  (Who is this muthafucka?)  (I have someone with me I'd like you ladies and gentlemen to meet)    [ Al-Shid ]  I send ( ? ) to they oblivion  I done won mo' fights with these mics than the Heighs got Dominicans  Y'all niggas take this rap shit loosely  Couldn't touch me even if I snuffed you and afterwards said excuse me (my bad)  Cause my click spit clips till the delirious  Shit, I menopause you, they overdue when they quit gettin periods  So we can slap box, either pack Glocks, my rap rocks  Either way, y'all don't want it like a bottle of backwash  My whole click is dumbfound, mad deep and none smile  Fuck around, we bring more hard time than Sundow  A bunch of while alcoholics  Keepin niggas on they toes like a bunch of midgets pissin at a toilet  I seen players forfeit when they see Huggy and Shiddy  Cause we don't see eye to eye like Ray Charles and Stevie  Believe me, when I roll your squad's foldin  What I produce'll have niggas sayin "Holy Shit!" like God's calling    (Now, now, don't let me disrupt things)  (Who the fuck are you?)  (J-Zone, baby)    [ J-Zone ]  J-Zone, I got a up at chasin Napster for checks  Because I'm broker than James Evans with platinum respect  So I'm swingin for the back fences till the downloading stops  And pimp and rap ( ? ) till I'm rich as Gary Coleman's pops  (Yo, kids got dubs of your tapes givin you pounds, man)  Tell em eat a dick until they give a nigga SoundScan  (Haha, aight) But let me flip the subject  To rappers rockin wife beaters and barely weigh a buck wet  Y'all need to eat a steak or something, fuck it, put some weight on  Saw _Menace_ and wanna get your Larenz Tate on  SP's to Cubase to Dr. Rhythm basics  With beats I sell fat cans of botulism cases  Punk, you must be dumb, that's a ass whippin in a can  And rubbers make me numb, so I can never be a Minute Man  Crusin on a date, pumpin Bushwick Bill  And I'm over due for a shape-up but I push dick still  Best producer on the mic? Ah-ah, never claimed it, money  Fuck it, I'ma be him though till someone come and take it from me