Hoo...ooh...
Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Johnny, Ronnie, Ricky, Mike, Ralph, Bobby too, yeah
Word, word, word
Whoa, word, word to the mutha, hoo...
Hoo...ooh...
Yeah

People come, people go
In this business you'll never, never know
Some re good, some are bad
You know we got what no one's ever had, oh

And the time will come
When we will be as one when the feelin' comes
Nobody knows
How we really feel, they don't know the deal

{Get back} We've got to put this back together
{Get right back} And send our word to the mutha
{Get back} Right back where we started from
{Get right back} And send our word to the mutha

Times are gettin' kinda hard on the boulevard
Brothers and sisters bein' slaved and scarred
Girlies in the hall bitin' the walls up
A butcher man for losin' the loot
Get to know the John, son, now he will shoot
He poured a drink 'cause he figured he could be a bigger n**
In the projects you'll sell
So feel the bozack, yo' Rick, come easy

We are one breakin' new
Oh, Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike, Ralph and Johnny too
It ain't nothin' but a thing that we're gonna do
Everybody's always talkin' 'bout the NE crew, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Hey...hey...hey...hey...hey...hey...
Come on...come on...come on...come on...
Say what...say what...say what...

It's poison
Don't be cruel, it's my prerogative
To do what I gotta do, have a little sensitivity
Do me, baby, I wanna get rubbed the right way
So what you gotta say
Oh, no, she's a candy girl livin' in a half-crazy world
That's the way I'm livin', girl
Now every little step I take is another NE heartbreak
My, my, my

{Get back} We've got to put this back together
{Get right back} And send our word to the mutha
{Get back} Bringin' it right back where we started from
{Get right back} And send our word to the mutha

{Get back} We got to bring it back, we got to bring it back to the mutha
{Get right back} Hey...hey...hey..

It's bound to go down, lost b**** never found
Crazed in the graveyard's a common thing in B town
Smugglers, pimps, pocket pickers, punks and trouble makers
Biggie checker, button pushers and beef shakers
Crackhead's havin' babies, future's hazy
I don't know, s***'s crazy
All I could do is turn the heat up
To feed I'll ague, revenge and put the meat up and up
Shockers lookin' for a kill, first blood's gotta spill
Light 'em up with a mack 10, and that's facin'
Check the scene with the green, pepper weapon, keep steppin'
Like two brothers, word to the mutha

The time will come
When we will be as one when the feelin' comes
Nobody knows
How we really feel, they don't know the deal

Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey
Word to the mutha
Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey
Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey
Word to the mutha
Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey
Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey
Word to the mutha
Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey
Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey
Word to the mutha
Hey, y'all, hey, y'all, hey
Word to the mutha