(People people people people  people people people people)    Verse 1: Dray, Skoob    Shippity bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity  Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity  I'm comin with the Books so kid, it looks like it's a winner  Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin raps for dinner  See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya posse  I'm swoopin on the note just like I was a kamikaze  See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy  So now I gotta hit me hard and bogart like Humphrey  Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin it because I'm flyer  Ya phony, full of bologne like Oscar Meyer  See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice  I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss    (Set it off!) One two (Set it off!)  Yeah it's the Books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my borough  I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from Medini-Bop  Takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti  Rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger ???? occasion  My nerves is achin, see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin  But can't see this, I'm screamin on they records like Beavis  or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy  Fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident  and if I'm in your town you might meet me at the Radisson  or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin  It ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again    Chorus:    Bak 'n' affek, how's that?  (People people people people)  *repeat x3*    Verse 2: Dray, Skoob    Well here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite  a bigger nigga with my left and then I flick em with my right  I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a  nigga on the microphone cos I can roll a sister  Word is bond, I'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this  Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like Chris  Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver  Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver  Aah microphone check, what the heck?  I do that then because I used to catch a wreck  wit it, that's the time I hot talk, spit it  For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin  You ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that  Cos now I'm on some other type of flow and best believe that    And all that, small cat, my format - deranged  Honey I'm back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk!  So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're sober  but still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over  Kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock  My style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop  Good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it  and busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby I'm twisted  Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a *?smith?*  Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff  So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me like this to get  booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat    Chorus    Bust a flavor  Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah  Check it out