The Invitation Lyrics - Fatman Scoop

Ain't nothin' stoppin' this murderin' in Metropolis 

I represent the poor profitless corner monopolipis 

The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it's 

Coppers that got binoculars cause I can feel them watchin' us 

If only they knew what we had a pocket of 

They probably swarm in without a warning pointin' glocks at us 

Get down but this is gettin' us paid 

So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade 

Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade 

To baggin' and pitchin' to gettin' rid of it in a raid 

Most of us would never get to stage, when it's lawyers and bail 

Hell, we're happy to get stiffed in the cage 

And it's crazy we be out here days upon days 

Makin' just enough to get some licks, some kicks and some haze 

It's a damn shame we're placed in a no win situation 

The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation 

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Rikers Island, you don't stop 

Greenhaven all day, you don't stop 

Hold it down in Rahway, you don't stop 

You gotta strive in Elmira, you don't stop 

Sullivan, Kelso and you don't stop 

All my peoples Auburn, you don't stop 

And last but not least for the sure shot 

It's the abandoned nation 

Teresa baby, daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up 

She gettin' some strippin' paper 

But saved enough for a tummy tuck 

Little man hungry as fuck, he only one years old 

But knows he's unlucky and such 

As he grows he gets bitter now he acts up in class 

He curses his teachers out, tellin' them they can kiss his ass 

Soon as he didn't pass his mama whoppin' his ass 

His pops is not around, the boy is blocked down 

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Not even twelve months later 

He suckin' on 40oz and pissin' in elevators 

Idolizin' the guys with big rides that gettin' quick paper 

And now he despises the shit taker 

He thirteen, goin' on twenty six and a half 

His only dream is to have bricks and a stash 

Poppin' the clutch and hittin' the gas, so he start dabblin' 

In the coke game pitchin' for halves 

Now he sittin' in a cell with an unpeculiar bail 

He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male 

Who was an undercover cop, his photo is at the station 

The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation 

Bayview and Clinton, you don't stop 

North Branch, Connely, you don't stop 

Hurstville, Bunker Hill, you don't stop 

Greenville, James River, you don't stop 

(Verse 3: Saigon) 

The party is in the pen and the government is promotin' it 

That's the reason I don't be believin' in all this votin' shit 

They bring the coke in this bitch, ain't no poppy seeds 

In the p's please, there's nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness 

That's where all the focus is, makin' sure all the blacks 

Stay in the back the same place that, uh, Scoliosis is 

How can they lie with such compulsiveness 

We just sit around acting like this is how we supposed to live 

Fuck outta here, I can swear in 'bout a year 

I'll have these suckas in explainin' why the hell they still got us here 

This being treated like shit, still gettin' beat 

With nightsticks, still attractin' heat in my six 

That's why we ride still drink Bacardi and the Gin 

That's why you tryna invite me to the party in the pen 

The body will get your ass up in the VIP 

And the burner will get you in without showing your ID 

The coke that'll get you in, especially if you cook it up 

You RSVP to the party in the P 

Enitentiary Saigitty, I am the truth 

I ain't one of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof 

Comstock in the house, it don't stop 

Sing Sing, uh, you don't stop 

Attica, come on, you don't stop 

And Attica, come on, you don't stop 

Out in Greenhaven, you don't stop 

And what it do Rahway, you don't stop 

Out west in Lompoc, you don't stop 

Is San Quetin in the house and you don't stop 

Over in Ironwood, you don't stop 

What about Aronhill, you don't stop 

North Branch, do it up, you don't stop 

Over in Connelly, you don't stop 

Saigon the Yardfather, you don't stop 

Just Blaze on the beat, he keeps it hot 

And last but not least for the sure shot 

It's the abandoned nation 

Comstock's in the house hands up 

Sing Sing's in the house hands up 

Attica's in the house hands up 

Greenhaven's in the house hands up 

Rahway's in the house hands up 

Lompoc's in the house hands up 

Elmira's in the house hands up 

Sullivan's in the house hands up