Uhh, yeah, L.G., Easy Mo Bee

Brother to brother, put the Y2K on ya, check it



It's now or never, whatever, to stake my claim

Shake my pain, dodgin all these fakes in the game

Hate is to blame, bakin those with cake in the dame

Easy Mo the same, no competition, out the frame

This is more gold and platinum than them chains n thangs

L.G. and Mo is attackin 'em, the game's in vain

That bitch roll of you smackin 'em was just insane (sucker ass)

You got snitch niggaz that run back, and crush your name

You hustle a lot, just like a rat, from the parkin lot

Bust a shot - you kickin raps?  Naw stop

What you don't want me to gave I already got

Property acres the lab the Ac' plus the queen spot

Once you see me drop this 100, miles and running

Blow me out the spot, not, but quite cunning

You're dumb and, young and restless, I'm makin you wait

I was givin you time to get the last one straight

Most of ya over, while I celebrate, like Sammy Sosa

Toast with Griff the Nation, soul survivor 'til it's over

I'm Hot like 97, the year's ninety-nine

Return like Makaveli but still hard to find

It's a conquest, so hard, but yet they still try

to defeat this black brother comin out of Bed-Stuy

I rebuke you like a devil, my head to the sky

That's cute, but not forever, don't ask why



[Chorus x2]

It's now or never - if you down, whatever

If not, stash your frown, pass ground forever

Mo Bee pound for pound, the sound is better

Mo beats in class clowns, no time for ghetto



It's now or never



[machine]

Hello, hello?

"It's Mo Bee Easy, right now I'm out trickin big dirty."



"Mo Bee, this is Lil' Shawn - give me a call."

Pick up the phone.



"Peace Easy Mo, this Half-A-Mil."



[Tupac] "Yo Mo Bee mayn!"



"Easy Mo Bee, this is Busta Rhymes with the Z's."

Caller, at the tone, please say your name.



"What's the deal Mo is Mack"

What's your latest hit brother?



"Easy Mo Bee, how you doin?  This is Mr. Frank Edwards callin."



"Whattup nigga, this is L.G."

Will you accept charges?  Please say yes



"Hey Mo, what's goin on, this Mark."

"Mo Bee whattup man?  Yo this is Paul - Large Professor word up."



"Tryin to catch you before you leave the crib; I know this is

probably your family day or day you gon' spend with your daughter.

But I'm tryin to catch you before that day gets started Mo,

that's why I'm hittin you this early.  Umm, hold on one second.

Say 'Peace, Mo Easy.'" - "Peace, peace!" - "Mo Bee" - "Mo Bee!"

"Yeah that's T'Zion, that's my little son, word up Mo."

The calling party has disconnected.



"Yo Mo this Biggie. Yo umm, Puff told me he wanted me to come

check you today and find out the beef.."

"Yo Mo this Biggie baby, umm. I wanted to know if you was 

goin to the studio tonight with 'Pac, y'knahmsayin cause I'm

supposed to do the track with him; so if you was goin I was

wonderin if you could pick me up, from the crib.  I should 

be in the house like around 7:30, just call me I'm waitin

for your phone call, if you goin or not.  Chill."



"Mo Bee, rise and shine!"