[Intro: Blackout]
Blackout up in this motherfucker
Keepin' that shit real for the '96
Know what I'm sayin'
All my nigga, Rest In Peace
Know what I'm sayin'
Shit dedicated, Lil' Richard, Low Down
Lil' Alex know what I'm sayin'
All you bitches thought this shit was over
Know what I'm sayin'
It's still real, nigga
It's on
[Verse 1: Lil E]
Just another day of chiefin' hay and wakin' off that snow
Sleepin' with that ana', ho, sut there, make them demons flow
Aimin' for way high I'll go, while blinkin' in my Player mode
Binghampton shit, that's in me deep, that's deep inside this Players soul
Mr. L.A. Dre be on his way to blow that Hamptown bay
Blocked down each and every day, funked out in the hideaway
Stayin' super blinked out, baby, Inked out on my ten toes, ho
'95 was on, bitch, but '96 be through the door
M.H.V. bе down with me white Boy and Lil' Ron, so see
Playas in the N-A-P, Lil' Ty to us and Kеke
Player ever on that snow, dizzown 'bout my crizzown, though
Funked up high, yeah, here my time
Big blowin' with Lil' Eric, ho
[Verse 2: Big O]
Well it's a Players Day, let's chief that hay
J-Roc rollin' mary-jane, full of smoke, never choke
Playa Posse down, ho, demon plots make me clown
Bumpin', pimpin' psycho sounds
Smoke up in this delta thang, white boy keep that pure, mane
Whats up to Lil' Alex, though, always down and in this ho
Let my nigga R.I.P while we chief on plenty dope
Ballin' through the Heights at night, listen up, pimpin' ass types
Stop in Tracy's store so you see, boy, don't ball so naturally
Holy dope's up in my brain, got me feelin' up, mane
Put that ski mask on my frown, bitch, we stayin' Funkytown
Whats up to Lil' Rod, oh my god, [?] in this bitch
Clicked up with the Playa Posse
And you niggas can't stand this shit
Stand this shit
[Verse3: Lil Wako]
Fuck what you hizznoes sayin', Wako want that holy funk
Lil' Slim bring your mono thang, quickly lock 'em in the trunk
All about my hustle and I'm down to do some fuckin' dirt
All up in a Player business, left you stankin' in the hearse
See we be them killers from the Heights, we forever deep
S.P.V. and Playa Posse like an ocean when we creep
Busters just don't understand, gangster shit won't ever die
When I go to Chronic City watch me float up in the sky
Hoes best to realise Lil' Wako just don't bar you ho
And I got the evil grin with demons dwellin' in my soul
[Verse 4: Lil Slim]
[?] so a Player, resolution have the best of thangs
Never will I change, Slim do that, blast the psycho sounds
Ragin' in my brain I sit, pack of dope, I chief on it
Let that shit go to my head then think of all them folks I miss
Like Miss Low Down, rest in peace, bumpin' through them heaven gates
Alex we gon' meet again lil' brother, just hold me a seat
Richard can't forget you, you my nigga, each and every day
Look at player picture on the wall before I hit the street
Take off in that Chevy thang, told you I was comin' clean
On the town with Posse down, real niggas on the fuckin' scene
[Verse 5: Lil Terror]
Late nights I creep with the MAC-10, then again gotta get the 9-milli'
Gotta make a bitch come on down, Binghampton Bound smokin' with a round
Nigga, maintain the wild, on my psycho sounds
As I creep, as I crawl with the mask I blast your ass so fast and vast
Then y'all to Slim so he can make that Smith'n mono blast
Problems on my mind, business in my blood
Gotta get a nigga quickly fore the trigger never stops
Terror got some for your ass in the back seat
Bitch it goes pop, pop, pop
Player hatin' gotta [?]
[?]
Niggas know I'm all about my fuckin' clique
[Outro: Blackout]
Yeah it's Blackout back up in this motherfucker
Here with my brother Terror, all you motherfuckin' hoes
Binghampton Bound, bombin' for the 1996
For you motherfuckin' bitches, know what I'm sayin'
Fuck you niggas, trick
