Hey there.
What's up, y 'all? I want to welcome y
'all. I want to welcome y 'all to
Shady
Grady's,
where you can come on down here
and do whatever you want to do.
You can dance and sing and drink
and eat and have fun.
That's right.
Tonight we got something
pretty special here tonight.
We got a
Young
Black,
Young
Blood, he come all the way from
New
York
City.
Hey man, come on over here.
Show the man some love.
He is what we call a spoken
word artist.
In other words, the man got
something to say.
So come on over here,
Young
Blood, and speak to this here.
Make him feel good, y
Come on.
Make him feel good.
Say it again.
The name of this poem is
owed to the true
M .O .P. fan.
When we drop,
how about some hardcore?
Yeah, you like the raw.
You came to the show even though they
didn't play us on the radio.
You came downtown with
Primo and was swingin' it with
Heather
B.
Cause you're my kinda nigga.
And when you went to the death,
you knew he wasn't dead and gone.
So keep stickin' to your guns,
and this'll hold you
till the first family drop that next bomb.
So go ahead, nigga.
Ride, nigga.
Fire
Squad.
Well, that's all right.
Hey, I want y 'all to give the young blood a hand,
because he's definitely doing his
thing.
Hey, we're going to watch out
for that firing squad, too.
We're going to take it back the way things
are supposed to be, only at
Shady
Green.