Intro - The Formula - 9th Wonder, Buckshot

Look, I don’t preach, but I do teach

MY little homies in the hood how to outreach

And how to move your mouth piece cause

A closed mouth never get invited to the feast

I enlighten the streets, give them a chance

At the same time give them new rhythms to dance

To, my black people, we not equal

Ain’t nothing sweet in the street when they stopping you

Know the reason I’m pulling over and seeing the sirens

Ask me where I been but listen that’s my biz

My formula stays call and cool

Cause if I, break fool and put my hand on my tool

I’m going to jail for real for attempt to murder

Police is shootin' niggas on sight now, word up

Think they all drinkin' syrup so they got excuses

Putting bullets in your back, bullet shot in your gooses

But, I keep it moving like a highway

My way’ll get the job done, call it Formula 1

Cause hey, hey

It’s the formula, the formula (8X)

The formula, stay true never tell

Some of my dudes throwin' they best friends in jail

(Formula) Stay productive never lazy

I fucks with the haze ire, but that’s ok with me

(Formula) To make it happen when your broke

Cause when your hear fix ya face, I’ll slide the gold

(The Formula) How to reap what you sow

How to chief whatchu grow while your beats just blow

(The Formula) Need another lesson I’mma give it to you

Uh, uh… that’s how I did it to you

(The Formula) I break it down, by the uh, by the pound

So, uh, stick around, it’s the Formula

It’s the formula, the formula (8X)