Lyrics:

[Pacewon]

Ahhh.. yes.. one life.. and what a life it is

The new millenium.. everything's beautiful

everything's bright -- EXCEPT in the underground

Hu-hu-huh, yo, yo, yo, EXCEPT in the underground

Anti-theft devices.. stolen cars.. mad drugs

Chancellor Avenue!(Yo yo yo YO!Pace!Whattup nigga?)

(Yo yo yo!) HUH!



Sunroof top, built-in stash spot

Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOH

Uh, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAH

Yea-yea-yea, yo-yo-yo, UH!

Some do clock like neighborhood watch

Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOH

Yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah

And it go like this



I don't be battlin average men, I rip your establishment

Semi check they're after us - 260 Madison

Avenue, New York, New York

My crew walk through y'all like MOVE IT, MOVE IT

Don't make me holla holla that your raps need improvement

Your best track get left back like stupid students!

And while I show you new kids how to do this

let me break down how I be movin units, yo

I talk about stealin you and how your label beatin you

Exploit the weakness that I see in you

Crack on your Mom Duke and talk about your vehicle

Big time FAG, not doin what you need to do, YO

I'm the unbeatable, non-stop eager to

step up to the plate nigga like a major leaguer do

See jail, get a R.O.R.

Come back home like a hardcore star!

Take over the streets, move that cardboard car

Doin two hour shows, no encores y'all!

Gat blow, rap pro, style is supernatural

Have hoes packed 'til they can't move 'em back - YO!

Who been imitatin?Who wanna be like me?

Rap all day, fuck all night WE..

.. are the debonnaire, never scared

Push it 160, mad tipsy off of Everclear

Got guns and Knicks like Marcus Camby

I hide 'em in the darkest alley

If a snitch drop dime on my crimes I'ma have to park at Rally

Run up and spark his family; sing the hook!



Sunroof top, built-in stash spot

Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOH

Yeah, yeah, huh, yo

Yo-yo-yo-yo-YO, uh!

Some do clock like neighborhood watch

Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOH



Huh, yeah yeah yeah

I'm the man at the show that the women come see

Strippers say, 'Fuck it - we all fuck free!'

Mr. Intangible, can't touch me

Roll up on you hungry, only one deep

Slug three fools in the leg and the tummy

Y'all can't take nuttin from me, DUNNY

Silly-ass niggaz like Cole on 'Martin'

I go to jail, either get paroled or get pardoned

See who the snitch get the fifth then I spark him

Next time you see him, he on a milk carton

Listen, how we Detroit like the Pistons

BURIED SIX FEET SOMEWHERE

I raise my glass in the air, drink about five beers

Come up with all these ideas, TO SPARK IT

Open up a market, rentin out apartments

Give it to a nigga when he act like he want it

Any situation, my crew down to solve it

Nine to sixteen ex-convicts

Better save comments for bullshit crews that need polish

This one here got the phonics, bitch!



Sunroof top, built-in stash spot

Chillin on the scene with a gangsta lean, OOH

Yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAH

Y'all can't fuck with Da Bricks, UHH!

Some do clock like neighborhood watch

Jealous of the team that's makin the cream, OOH

Yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAH

Pace.. WON!