Pack It Up - King Just

Pack it up, pack it in, word up*

To all my world WP, NYC

If you think you got wins over there

(L.G., if you ain’t Dub-P)

King Just on the M.I.C.

{pack it up, pack it up

Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up}

Yo I beat 'em up, whoever front, beat 'em up

Wanna battle, eat 'em up

I know chicks, who bump a little, skeet it up

Like to fuck, mics I clutch, no white owl, I hit a dutch

Don’t ever try fighting us, that stuck up, might of been us

Running from the popo, no, Germans is loco

What you don’t know, my Wolf Pack, about to blow

From the dirty south from the big city, S.I.N.Y.

I like broads with big titties, big thighs, wide hip size

Ya’ll wanna know what’s up with me?

No rapper can fuck with me, living comfortably

Ya’ll slum to me, never hung with me

Whether done with me, ya’ll W.P.

My Killah Hill vets, want respect, snatchin’ya rep

First place, we check ya hip, where the ratchet is kept

Yo my shit crystal clear like from DAT to cassette

I take half my money first, ya’ll spend half of the rest

My name Profes, confess, yeah I bang like gang members

Bust guns, sold drugs, all in the same winter

Step in the club, get stalked by gangs when we enter

Chicks call me L.G., give me brains before I pimp her

I stay with the getcha, now look I got to you

A thug full of liquor, you 2Pac imposter

Who You Records, nigga, better check the roster

Two 4 Warriors, Two Six mobsters

Red light, green light, 1, 2, 3

AKA Chokemon, ya’ll ain’t gotta smoke with me

Reppin’NYC, til I D.I.E.

When I touch the M.I.C., spread like H.I.V.

Try me in the dark alley in Cali

With a 'fuck the Grand Wizard’shirt, had it on Klan Rally

But Sally from the valley, but she said I seeded it

Nuff bitches in this party that I done skeeted in

Feeding in, my adrenaline, Wimbledon, champion

Forty nine, throw it back like Park Hill from Stapleton

Hits now I’m making 'em, D.R.

lacin''em

Period, ain’t nothing else I should say to 'em

52 stating 'em, Tunnel, Speed, Stadium

Mad is the script, before they closed the Palladium

I was them, got you fantasize about, that you wrote your rhymes about

But you couldn’t turn the jam out, no doubt

All out is how we go, H20 is how we flow

Look at 'em now, you ain’t got to ask if I’mma blow

Or po’like vest, never ever smoke stress

Maybe cuz I’m J-U-S, I got J-U Ice, cuz I’m just too nice

Any hands’ll give you plenty, mami, from, all night

Keep that pussy tight, right, pa won’t fight, right

I’mma shine, playa shine, why you blabbin’bout my life

Fuck the mic in The Source, we gon’fight, just for yours

Trouble make, like porns, Warriors love war

You gon’see me, on tour, everybody on the bus

It’s K.J., not Spike Lee, but still a million of us