"White Boy Is Back"

Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford...
Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford...

[Female Vocals:]
The white boy is back
And you know he can never be wack
The white boy is back

The white boy is back
With his foot up in your ass crack
The white boy is back ('cause you know he's the white boy)

The white boy is back
And you know that he never smoke crack
The white boy is back ('cause you know he's the white boy)

"Money (Dollar Bill)"

Dollar dollar bills
Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds
I rock the jocked up sounds
From Devenshire Downs
Out the Fordham Road
Up top in the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie
Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews
Like Bill Shakespeare
The fakes will disappear
The flavor in your ear
Is strong like Everclear
Two hundred proofs
So put the match to the roof
And set this bitch on fire
Get rich, the empire's
About to strike back
If you rock the mic wack
And that's the way it is 'cause yo
It's like that

[Sadat X:] Money, money y'all
It be the root of all evil
[Sadat X:] Money, money y'all
It makes you popular with people
I go back to the 80's
Like three times a lady
When it was pussy for free
And crack for currency
It just occurred to me
It's time for surgery
I remove MC's like tumors
The lies and the rumors
Got me thinkin' of this dub
By Timex Social Club
Yo, word to my momma
I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets deeper than subway trains
And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains
All pain no gain
Makes the brain insane
Life in the fast laneT
he flakesThe cash gains (for real)

[CHORUS X2]
[Sadat X:] Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
It takes money
[Sadat X:] to get that fly ass ho
It takes money
[Sadat X:] to see me rock a live show
It takes money
[Sadat X:] to get that last bag of smoke
Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke
Hey yo I'm about to g-off
Just like my name was Ed-o
Black kids call me whitey
Spanish kids wetto
White kids call me the king of this b-boy thing
If it's broke then fix it
If it's wack remix it
Can't none of you MC's ever fuck with these
You be crazy on my dick
Like some porno chick
For the style that I'm blessin'
Ain't no second guessin'
Kid heed the lesson, subtraction, addition
Reward for submissionA
in't no debate
Won't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
I want the stocks and bonds
Plus the real estate
I want the iron gates
And low interest rates
Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates
A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe
When times get lean
Y'all know what I mean

[Sadat X:] Money money y'all
Some be callin' it cream
[Sadat X:] Money money y'all
Some be callin' it fame
[Sadat X:] Money money y'all
But once I get it I'm J

[CHORUS X5]

I want cash and checks
I want diamond rings
I want jewels on my neck
And mad fly things
I want a stack of fat chips
So I can take long trips
I want to sail the Bahamas
On my own cruise ships
I want acres of landI
want papers in hand
I want stocks and bonds
All pros no cons
Hey if it smells funny
Then back it up honey
I want the money y'all
I need the money y'all...

"What It's Like"

We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replied

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked daddies dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]
To have to lose...

"Get Down"

Get down, get down, get down [X4]

I see everybody rockin' the same old style
And everyone's sportin' the same profile
And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands
I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams
I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands
I rock mikes and roll bikes
I cross foreign landsI made my bones out in zones
Where the twilight be
And every time I touch a micI
t's Fright Night Part Three
For every MC that wanna test and try
In your custom made wears
Thinkin' you too fly
Makin' up in gold chains
What you're lackin' for brains
It's time to call your ma, Duke
Scoop up your remains
And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed
Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you taggin'
I'm knock knock knockin' on heaven's door
While every rapper that you simmed
Is pimped like a whore
You see your talk is eighteen
Three quarters past four
When your doctor slaps my assH
ear the lion roar
The record sales soared
And the world got toured
You say what happened to my band
I say I just got bored
Now they call me Whitey Ford
And I say praise the Lord
Find me breakin' up your crews
Catch me singin' the blues
Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King
It's Abdul Rakim
Now watch me do my thing

[CHORUS]
Down down, you go
Down down, so low
Down down, till you hit the floor
Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more

You go point blank range
With the scope he's knockin'
The Psycho might change
But there ain't no stoppin'
The moon's on the rise
When the sun start droppin'
And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin'
'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP
Rock the P it's free
It's Abdul Rakim
And when referring to me
You best respect the name
Make a quick double take
And double check your game
'Cause you about to get dissed
I'm checkin' my list
When I check it over twice
It's like rollin' the dice
I hit four-five-six I'm all up in your mix
I rock good from Hollywood
To the City of Bricks
And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real
While you're makin' your deal
We'll be breakin' the seal
You be breakin' your vows
Like people worshippin' cows
And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's and how's
Like Vinny Barbarino
Matt Gachino
I'm with my man Rino
With the Brooklyn Lordz
Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole
I take it back to the future
From the days of old
I'm too cold to hold
Too hot not to burn ya
Don't stick your nose in business that don't concern ya
Might have to trip
And flip like Ike Turner
You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya

"Sen Dog"

Yo Everlast, what's up?
It's Sen Dog.
How you doin' kid?
Check this, I heard you're doin' some shit with some live instruments
and all that.
Word, I'm doin' the same thing, hey yo, check this out...
You still rhymin' or what?
You need to get at me dog, peace out...

"Tired"

We can go
Soul for soul
Over mic control
Kid you can't touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his jewels
He was out to cold mock me
And play you for fools
Kid, you know the rules
Must be smokin' super cools
Try to diss me on the low
Got to be a psycho
That's aight though
You know you won't see me shakin'
I'm out to blow the spot
On who's real and who's fakin'
Who's given'
Who's taken'
Who's livin'
Who's starvin'
Diss me on the mic
It's time for headstone carvin'
And then tap right ya, I'll strike ya like lightin'
Dissolve ya like powder
So turn it up louder
Go on pump the wattage
Get the cheese by cottage
I like mean streaks
I like Spanish freaks
I like Korean barbecue
I'm like old school beats'
Cause...

[CHORUS]
I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'
And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'
And all the wack attitudes people coppin'
I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' [X2]

It go bang bang boogie
I'm sick like a loogie
I'm wiser than bud
I'm thicker than blood
I'm older than time
I'm only from divine
How can you be so bold and think that you'll take mine
I'm cash like Johnny
It's the highway man
And I'm walkin' this line the best way I can
With my farmer's tan
And my bloodshot eyes
I ain't bodied no one
I ain't chopped no bod
With the butter's from the gutters
I'm about to explode
And blow the spot for folk nave
Up the Gun Hill Road
Like artillery shells
Been from heaven to hell
And I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell
'Cause...

[CHORUS (X2)]

"Hot To Death"

We're gonna be breakin' it down (Yeah!)
You gotta know the feel
You gotta know the life
You know what I'm sayin' (Hey!)

I said what's goin' wrong
You know it just ain't right
Tell me who be loud
When the spark ignite
Now from the break daylight
To the fall of the sun
You gotta pick your fight
It's time to choose your gun

[CHORUS]
Front to back
Right to left
Keep it live all night
Make it hot to death
Get your heart pumpin' like some crystal meth
Keep it live all night
Make it hot to death

Well...Hey...Tell me who's your God
Does he make a lotta dough
I'm gonna take you higher
Or to the fire below

[CHORUS]

Guns to roses
Abraham to Moses
Daylight exposes what the night conceals
Let's break these seals
And get this thing started
Some be out classed
Some be out smarted
Some be over bound by the blindin' rays
I hear the whisper in the night
Get trapped in the maze
See back in the days
When I was juvenile
I dreamed of rockin' on the mic
In a brand new style
Now I'm shakin' these bones
Tryin' to get these shoes
Outbidded major crews
I'm paid crazy dues
Now I'm speakin' on you
They just slept on me
And rumors start spreadin'
Just like a disease
I'll have you down on your knees
Below the spot ground zero
Turn brown and burn down Rome just like Nero
A hero ain't nothing but a
Don't make me say it again
Legend
Don't make me say it

[CHORUS]

That's what I'm sayin'
That's what I'm sayin'...

"Painkillers"

[Flight Attendant:] On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first
to welcome you to New York City. We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6:45 AM and the temperature is 89°...

I've been up all night
On the redeye flight
The dawn's early light
Got the skyline bright
I'm in the back of a car service
My driver's kind of nervous
'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
You say you know where you at
I say I know where I am
And if you really want a tip
Then Mr. don't get flam
I ain't tryin' to be rude
And I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this shit right here
It be the breakfast of champs
I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
And I ain't here for your pleasin'
So put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up while I finish this L...

[Bell Boy:] Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room
is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while
you're staying, just let me know.
[Everlast:] Good lookin' out...That's for you.

I hop out my car
Step into the lobby
Everybody's on the floor (get down)
It's a motherfuckin' robbery
The shit's in progress
I can feel the stress
I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash
I'm holdin' thirty five G's
They told me to run it
So I got bold and I front it
And like Slick Rick said
I know I shouldn't have done it
'Cause now they standin' over me
Watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed
There's a pain in my chest
But yo, I must be blessed
Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
The paramedics
They greet me with some anesthetics
They killin' my pain
They screamin' my name
Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom
My sister and my girl
I'm prayin' to God
Don't let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest
And give 'em back in a jar
Now I'm wearin' this scar
'Cause I tried to play hard

[Doctor:] Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
[Everlast:] What are you talkin' about?
[Doctor:] It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.
[Everlast:] So what are you tryin' to tell me?
[Doctor:] Well, it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around anymore.

Yo, this can't happen to me
I just can't believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair
A paraplegic
There ain't no rehab
There ain't no therapy
For the rest of my life
Somebody's gotta take care of me
And people stare at me
With pity in their eyes
And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise
And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again
'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin
Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains
Or blow out my brains
To free me from these chains
I'm trapped in this physical hell
To walk again I just might sell my soul
And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)

"Prince Paul"

Hey yo, what up Everlast?
This is Prince Paul, man.
Yo, I ran into Trev on the street from Nasty and he said you're doing
this dope Celtic rock album.
So I was like, "yo, that's my style...
That's what I do".
You know I got beats from back in the days.
So I'm like, yo, why don't I give you a call 'cause yo,
'cause you know I got that ill like, you know...
You know somethin' like "Jump Around" but it's
more on that like old lucky charm style type, you know.
In other words yo, just yo, give a brotha some work.
You know what I mean?
It's like I got beats man...
Dante got some beats, but I got beats!
Because yo, I've been doin' it for awhile.
So yo, I got the joint. Call me...
You got my number, I got it.
I know what you need...
I know what you need, man.
I know you got dough.
Give me a buzz, peace.