(well you may have seen them dangling from power lines and street lamps, we're talking about those shoes hanging from utility wires)

Hook:

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Verse 1 (Hopie):

Who, dare steppin' on my blue suede, shoes?

I'm in the area

And I don't care about the claims you make

Or who you came laps with

This sh*t is my domain

So listen and refrain from thinkin' of plot schemes

See the shoe strings on the wire, look higher, higher

Guard my terrain

Chillin' in my borough, who's speakin' on my name? (Hopie, hey)

I never stepped to you

Never upset ya set or things that you do

Never invest my time mindin' my biz

So find your own neck of the woods to f*ck with

Hook:

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Verse 2 (Moe Green):

Yo, Moe Izzy puttin' on for my city

[?] make it hot yup [?] roll wit' me

Flow so butta, no Land O' or Jiffy

Keep hatin' Moe Gil[?] gorilla[?] gon' turn gritty

I'm in the game but I'm out proud livin'

Any style is mine while I roll wit' it

Eyes fixed on my kicks, soul so six[?]

Where Moe no mo' ever roll like this

Got something to say, make it run in my fist

'cause I fathered ya style, your the son of my sick

6fingers workin' on a tune so loony

Over for you suckas, word to your [?]

Hook:

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String em up

Put cha kicks up, ya heard? Holla

String-string em up

Ya, ya ya, ya heard? Holla

Verse 3 (Hopie):

Hopie comin' through

Gunnin' for the new kids, gonna change your view

Something for the parking lot, brown bag bottles pop

Slump in the system make em jump till they bodies rock

Know we got the whip appeal, got us swaggin' on the cuts

Till the suckas know the deal

Tell the record labels if they steppin' to our set

Don't be tryna change a thing, keep our business intact

To all my misfits, f*ck what a blog say

Outcast underdog, Fog City home Bay

All day, we don't need ya love

Tell them mothaf*ckas Hopie said to string em up

Skit:

(unknown lady): hello

(unknown man): hello, (Hopie Spitshard), how is everything back on earth?

(lady): just fine, (6fingers), how's everything out there?

(man): everything's cool here, (Hopie Spitshard), we should be home soon