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 niggaz, 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 niggaz 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