Lyrics Proceed With Caution - Arsonal da Rebel , Shotgun Suge , Tsu Surf , Wyclef Jean

Ars be the name that they call me
Old school nigga like Atari
Dread head nigga like a Marley (Yeah)
But bitches ah stll love me with a baldy
Big .40 glock back ′em off me
Bitch I'm home alone like Macaulay
Come invade my space if you want
I′ma dump with a pump, grape street crip, put a nigga in the trunk
Backwood smoke got me geeked out
Belt double g now
1200 hundred dollars for the sneakers on my feet now
Wyclef on the beat now
Disrespect the set nigga gone catch a beat down
Ten bands just to kill a nigga beat now
Vacation at my beach house (Where's that?)
Master P live down my street now

I was in liv on a Sunday
Looking like I belong on a runway (Yeah yeah)
I was so fly, so fresh, so clean
Nigga still about gun play (Yeah yeah)
Book your bitch a flight to Miami on Spirit Airlines on a one way (Yeah yeah)
Just 'cause you didn′t involve me, I′ma come fuck up the party (Yeah yeah)

Don't fuck up the party (Fuck up the party)
Don′t fuck up the party (Fuck up the party)
Don't fuck up
Yeah yeah
Don′t fuck up the party
Shotta be easy
Don't fuck up the party
(Sweeetttt)

Shooters, semi automatic rugers
Be with them Macs, computers
Come with them 30′s rulers
Getting that money for certain
Big baby I'm from Bergen
Niggas be hating on the south
These niggas be hurting
I'm with the crips, I′m with the locs
Niggas be talking, don′t want no smoke
Niggas ain't squeezing, niggas gon′ choke
I'm in the trap where they wrap the coke
Hell cat, we be out racing
Hot boys, get the house raided
Corny niggas that be clout chasing
Shit end up in fed cases

I was in liv on a Sunday
Looking like I belong on a runway (Yeah yeah)
I was so fly, so fresh, so clean
Nigga still about gun play (Yeah yeah)
Book your bitch a flight to Miami on Spirit Airlines on a one way (Yeah yeah)
Just ′cause you didn't involve me, I′ma come fuck up the party

Don't fuck up the party (Fuck up the party)
Don't fuck up the party (Fuck up the party)
Don′t fuck up
Yeah yeah
Don′t fuck up the party
Shotta be easy
Don't fuck up the party (Yeah yeah)

I fuck a bitch in the rental, it′s dental if she on her menstral (Ohh ahh)
Racks in the middle, I spend 'em on killers, they at me to get you like (Ohh ahh)
Throwing signs they be full of those
From groupie hoes, got ′em pulling clothes
Shut his mouth 'cause it wouldn′t close
Gang tats by my bullet holes
I be trying not to flex and shit
Last bitch, she was mega thick
New bitch brought an extra bitch
This Johnny Dane cost a check and shit
Profit get stacked
Old flip get spent
Wrap pack got sent
Grandma was a saint
Grandad was a pimp
Need a body to be a part of us
I don't want to fuck a party up
Push a button, how we start it up
I send the killers on a party bus
We don't want to fuck the party up
He ain′t gang, he ain′t a part of us
Nigga cappin', nigga talk to much
They ain′t gang, they ain't hard as us

I was in liv on a Sunday
Looking like I belong on a runway (Yeah yeah)
I was so fly, so fresh, so clean
Nigga still about gun play (Yeah yeah)
Book your bitch a flight to Miami on Spirit Airlines on a one way (Yeah yeah)
Just ′cause you didn't involve me, I′ma come fuck up the party

Don't fuck up the party (Fuck up the party)
Don't fuck up the party (Fuck up the party)
Don′t fuck up
Yeah yeah
Don′t fuck up the party
Shotta be easy
Don't fuck up the party
(Sweeettt)