[Shag] 

Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal sample: "We Are At War") 

Ding Ding Muthafucka 

It's round two 

I got my nuts and my denim, fool 

You think we gonan bow down to some punk ass niggaz 

We from the evil side, boy 



Chorus: B-Real [Shag] 

Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] 

Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] 

Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] 

Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] 



[B-Real] 

In about four seconds some east side niggaz 

Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10 

I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas 



[B-Real's verse] 

It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me 

Now I'm running up in you hoes 

With "No Vaseline" 

You could be the big fish 

Bring your drama 

Fuck your mama 

I'll bring the pack of piranhas 

You tried to pull a ditty, ho 

But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video 

You get addicted 

You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it 

Ice Cube is a thing of the past 

If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass 

You're the King of punks 

King of busters 

King of thieves 

Now get down of your fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down) 

Start to sucking 



You try to remake NWA without Dre and Ren 

Dub's cool 

But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10 

Silly little philly 

I'm back tearing' 

Can you really see my machine gun turrets? 

Open and aimed at your fat little frame 

How can I miss? 

I'll twist your cap and take your name 

Analyze it 

My name should be Mack 11 

I'm a higher caliber MC 

There's no question 

Anytime you wann run up 

You get dealt with 

You get melted 

"Check Yo' self" (bitch check it) 

Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka) 

Muggs made the best songs on your third album (biatch!) 

Shag (spoken): 

You and Wack 10 

Can't deal with this 

Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest 

Fuck y'all 

So what'cha wanna do? 

Bring it on, nigga 

This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family 

Shag's verse: 

Mack 10 is a bitch 

Suckin' Ice Cube's dick 

But what you faggets know about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin) 

Let's take it to the streets 

And fight like real g's 

What you niggaz wanna do? 

You can't fuck with these 

Ain't never had a strap 

Now you wanna gangsta rap 

Come can't to your hood 

'Cause you're scared to get jacked 

Fuck peace, this is war 

Everybody on the floor 

When I see your fat ass 

I'm takin' one to your jaw 

Fuck you 

Fuck your mama 

Fuck your whole clique 

Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're down wit' 

Unoriginal 

Can't stand bitch made niggaz 

Ice Cube, youse an actor 

Not a muthafuckin' killa 

What neighborhood you from? 

What don't you ever done? 

When the shit goes down 

You the first one to run 

Everytime you talk 

Got a mouth full of drama 

Only missing you done 

Is going to church wit'cha mama 

B-Real's verse: 

You got the Real-a 

Swingi' of fmy nuts 

Cube Killa 

Break yourself niga, huh! 

Give a lick-a 

You ain't a killa 

You a busta 

Muthafucka 

Bitch made niggaz 

I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"-- 

Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from 

Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton? 

Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on 

Is Ice Cube's nuts 

Now he's all in your guts 

You wannabe like him 

But you got no skills 

If he's the king 

You must be the queen of the Hill 

But I shank the Cube's fat neck 

'Cause "A Bitch Iz A Bitch" 

And a bitch don't get no respect 

No doubt 

Westside Connections means 

Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!) 

All of your homies are down wit' my clique 

Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit 

And you don't know one bitch on my dick 

But yours is best get a blood test for your kid 

Only bangin' you done was with toy figures 

Your mama wouldn't let you hang 

With real g niggaz 

Bring your clique on 

You wanna scrap 

So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!) 

Mack 10 

I gibe you a year 

I guarantee 

You'll realize that you're getting' fucked 

And you'll run to me 

You pretty little trick 

You look real sweet (Mmmm!) 

I should make you one of my hoes like 

Cube was for Eazy 

Doughboy, you're fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban 

I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullshit 

Actor, studio gangsta 

You should win an award 

For most outstanding wax banger 

Fuck what you been through 

What you're going through 

East Side family, nigga 

What you wanna do? 



[Shag] 

Eastside! 

That's right nigga! 

East muthafuckin' side 

'Til' we die, nigga! 

Fuck all you punk ass niggaz! 

Cube 187 

Mack 10 187 

Any other unk ass nigga 

Who wanna take this beat 

187 

We hit niggaz up like that 

We bicoastal, nigga 

Cypress Hill family 

Niggaz better recognize 

We here to chastise 

Nigga, hoo bangin' 

That's how we hoo ride nigga 

No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz 

East coast nigga, West coast 

We don't give a fuck 

Talk shit get shot, nigga 

That's how we feel, nigga 

Niggaz get killed, 

Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Hill 

Yeah, I thought you knew nigga 

I represent muthafucka 

How does that sound nigga 

Cypress Hill Family 

They're gonna fuck all ya'll biggaz 

(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the fuck out man…) 

(Cypress Hill sample: here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man...)