Party with a Tec

* EP on Red Hook Records [Intro: Shabazz The Disciple] (Give 'preme his props right there) Yeah, '96, Supreme and the counted Ah ha ha! [Shabazz The Disciple] Party with a tec, I gotta part with a tec Cuz shorties, they be flippin on a quest for respect One night when I was hangin at the club Flirtin with the honies on the dance floor, catchin mad love The club was killin the gyros, we was rollin mad deep I was about to catch wreck on stage with Black Sheep A group of stories strated pushin through the crowd Snatchin jewels, causin the crowd to act wild Blaow! One kid he stood his grounds Talked with the shorties in his draws Then knocked this punk-ass down Shorty got up and then he ran Screamin like a bitch to the next man Somehow they snuck a gun in through the side door Stepped to the kid and then blasted him on the dance floor And now shorty's on the run Cuz he didn't have a knuckle game, he had to use a gun He did that shit for respect And ever since I saw that, I gotta party with a tec [Chorus: Shabazz The Disciple] Party with a tec, I gotta part with a tec Cuz shorties, they be flippin on a quest for respect Party with a tec, I gotta part with a tec Cuz niggas, they be schemin on the jewels on my neck [Interlude: Shabazz The Disciple] That's right, I got to parties with a tec Where I live, you gotta party with a tec That's right, we got to parties with a tec Ha ha, I gotta party with a tec [Shabazz The Disciple] Another night, another party, another club Another session the rub-a-dub But this time, it was a different type of accident The one that ended up dead, that brother asked for it When it all started, we was standin at the front door And actin rowdy was a mob that I never saw They was stickin people up, see? Kept havin eye to eye with this kid in the black hoody He stuck this girl, she started cryin I sayin to myself, "Damn, I should've had my eye in" Just incase these mother fuckers try to act up They get back up, smacked up and cracked up But as we entered the club, I got hype Thinkin about catchin this wreck, they had an open mic I walked straight to the stage, yeah, I got props And waited for the rap session to start But out of nowhere, the crowd just flipped The kid with the hoody, he done started some other bullshit He tried to take it to the curb But when he walked out the front door, this is what you heard Blaow! Blaow! Buck! Blaow! Blaow! You bitch mother fucker, what the fuck's up now?! Buck! Blaow! Blaow! You bitch mother fucker, what the fuck's up now?! Buck! Blaow! Blaow! They set him up and threw the drop on him One kid ran up from behind and threw the Glock on him All of his homeboys fled And left his ass on the ground with a slug in his head That nigga dug his own ditch Now money grip's on the ground yellin and screamin like a bicth That's what he gets for tryin to flip for respect It's niggas like that that make me party with a tec [Chorus] [Shabazz The Disciple] ]From now on, I'm on some party with a tec shit Cuz little shorties be in clubs, tryin to set shit Schemin on the great jooks, a chain on the neck looks Easy to evict, think quick or get your shit took It's fucked up, this shit ain't even fun no more You sayin you goin to parties, but it seems like you goin to war You either flip or get flipped on You come equipped or your shit'll get ripped off That's why it's best to pack a gat You never know when a knucklehead is high up on crack And when an enemy attacks, lookin for my stacks? You better believe that I'ma strike back Cuz I ain't tryin to go down, yo Too many brothers fell asleep and they got put right in the ground, yo Whenever I got to parties, I always got my gun on me 'preme got my back, my brother'll never run on me