Hah! Yo  this ain't nuthin' but rock shit
 I don't think ya'll niggaz can't keep up with this!
 FUCK ALL YOU MUTHAFUCKAZ!
 FUCK YOU! Hah!
 I don't think they can get with it!
 There's too much shit goin' on!
 Yo yo yo yo yo

 [Verse] Redman

 I was chillin' up  ??? Dog Deluxe
 Rockin'  diamond and G with the rooftop cut
 I'ma grown man  don't got no time for games 'n stuff
 I got balls that'll beat ya ollets 21 rough
 Look at my face, Doc's the name, don't forget it
 I makes ya make ya scream: "BOW!"
 Like my name's Willie, I get sick with it
 Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up
 Before yo' stink bitch bit it, I betta clippin' crap
 That ya'll cats is black, a prays if the eight jacks
 So send neck thru facts, resevoir (---) go ball when I was four
 Explore whores, when rock came to the door
 You never seen before, life to your hood
 My steady shows leave niggaz faxs like Rosewood
 When I drop the filth weather, bigga built
 Our dog fucked the shit outta bitch, of Tiger Mill

 [Chorus]

 You drinkin', I'm drinkin'
 You smokin', I'm smokin'
 You freakin', I'm freakin'
 You fuckin', we fuckin'
 You fucked up, we fucked up
 We make it, we take it
 You hate me, I hate you
 You talk shit, I talk shit

 [Verse] Erick Sermon

 In a flash I be the E, cat 'n mouse and cash
 Not many ballin' niggaz out there, can touch my style!
 Or touch the S-class, the 5-00 sittin' on parrellies, chrome
 The big 2-0, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep
 For all ya fake dues, I'm the only show that peeps
 Last week I was uptown, playin' the streets
 ????????1-5-fifth and get...BUDDAH
 That's when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her bitch
 There was a time if I ain't doin' that, I ain't doin' shit
 I might go to the studio and make a hit
 I call my baby's moms, an hear her talk shit
 I scoop, I ain't get my kids, niggaz please
 We hit Toys 'r Rus and then Micky D's
 And go to a movie, the end (of) the day, and talk to 'em
 And take 'em back around away, and that's REAL!

 [Chorus]

 [Verse] Keith Murray

 Well it's the sly Gemini, me and potatoe cuttin' drops
 Have the guy, wellknown but still just gettin' by
 And I verify mathematics don't lie nigga
 Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie
 It be the niggaz that don't immediate pertain to the situation
 That be tryin' to come up off the chips, and niggaz makin'
 And always worried if I'ma diss you, you insecure bitch
 To the government, stay out my shit!
 Niggaz was glad when I came with the keys to the chains
 To the cellblock to the stage, now it's time to rock
 I return like I never left, D-E-F, got the whole world gaspin' for breath
 We got these hoes spread it out like mustard
 I ask flava and chop, they said: "Yo, don't trust it"
 No, no no noo