It’s Workin’ lyrics

[Chorus]
It's workin'(It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop)
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop)

[Verse 1]
I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets
We raiding your block and daily routine sweeps
It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit
So there you have it, I'm a addict
When I'm near the mic, I gots to grab it
Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head
Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said
"This is your introduction to the new episode"
With the Double I countin' down to explode
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more
Livin' rotten to the core

[Chorus]
It's workin'(It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop)
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop)

[Verse 2]
Everybody to the right, 'cause all I got left is my flow
I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean
Uh-oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now
So I got down with the git down for Illtown, huh
Figure it's the fine Fanny
I miss my mammy and you could ask my uncle Randy
I'm grateful for my granny nanny, that's my mother's mammy
Two little brothers with different fathers but we're still family
Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets
'Cause I might wind up doing that same old cruddy sh*t
Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood
Back c*ckin' buck shottin', your ass is shot
[Chorus]
It's workin'(It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop)
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop)

[Verse 3: Treach]
Can you chill a can? Can you spill a can? Can you kill a can?
I know I can, I know I can-can
An American, an Republican, f*cking with this African-can
From this Kian land, I know I can
It's a war wick, wick, wick, wack that's Dionne
Dionne should have predicted her quick trip
And stayed cool like f*ckin' Freon
Or get frozen for eons and beyond
Bein' the unbelievable bast*rd I be
Well believe that sh*t's some be on
Settle the score, check Melba needs more
Since now she poor, looks to get richer by
Puttin' rap up in the picture, I'll fix ya
Backwards blindfold step (KLICKOW')
Your ass like Calvin, so butts get kicked now
Forgive the enemy be a friend of me you teach
But forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the streets (In the streets)
Preach love, practice hate, break tapes and chatterin'
Streaks on your structure stain your whole establishment (Your whole establishment)
Let's get specifical style that's horrific
Twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic (Terroristic)
We'll lift it then shift it, brandish the biscuit, finish you nitwit
Cancel Christmas, won't stop this slick sh*t

[Chorus]
It's workin'(It don't stop), It's workin' (It don't stop)
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! (It don't stop, it don't stop)

[Verse 4]
Time to loose it up, I'm a loose nut, watch crews get cut Bring it to my Illtown grounds and lose your butts
But what, is the matter? Matter of fact
I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap
Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter
See Dolores sucka truck, I shoulda told you large Marge sent her
Two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches with no lunches
Step with the punches and try some butt crunches
Get your hands clappin' front and the back
And keep a cool head for all my swingers packin'
Attackin' back in the motherf*ckin' house
Done travelled a million miles and I'm still kickin' styles
Back smack that ass back, now how's about that?
You feel about as sh*tty as a baby's unwiped ass crack (Crack)
I'll crack a bat dead on the back, black
And leave you layin' there, flat as a flapjack
We ain't friends to the end, I blasted Chuckie
After this instead of beef, you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky
Lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be no more you
Ooh! ooh! like no world's series
Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude Rottin' Razkal kid man
What's happenin'? Check the skills on the real it's best to chill
Don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal, it's ill
Man this sh*t is deep, huh! I'm goin' deep
Undercover like a muthaf*cka way beneath the sheets
Full blows get thrown to the upper dome
And continue to go on until you're up and gone
When we spot a block knock no tellin' where the rest will go
Hustle with my friends, straight ballin' like testicles
Bowlin' for dollars, rollin' for hours, rappers the pin strike is my friend
They be took out in groups of ten
Scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?"
On the ground with no sound with just boots and chins
Yeah and you don't stop
Just check out us Illtown n*ggas rock