(Kurupt & El Drex)
 Ach  ka nelk  ka chica  ka dick
 Sub Drex (uh yeah  one two)
 Mmm  haha  yeah we headed up there baby
 Sky's the limit(yeah)
 Way up in the sky
 Once in a lifetime
 You only get one chance  one chance
 (You like that shit)
 One chance to dance
 And then it's over

 Kurupt:
 Check it  from catchin buses and cabs
 Pen and pads in the lav
 Sippin genuine drafts and no cash
 I ain't the first and I'll be damned if I'm the last
 Roosevelt drive, clay courts from Cliffs to AZ

 El Drex:
 Aiyyo wassup how you feel Me I'm chill
 But I'm still tryin to make a mill Inside Sharon Hill
 >From where I stand I see it's time to expand
 To foreign lands for hundreds of grands and white sands

 Kurupt:
 You know it's about that time
 Niggaz set and prepare your rhymes
 Start off and a little after nine, bump n grind
 Sexual, young intellectual
 With a whole lot of life to live, just a child

 El Drex:
 It's 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
 You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit
 I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town
 Cuz I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Deuce Pound

 Chorus:
 Having to survive living in the life
 Got to stay alive living in the life
 Have to survive
 Living in the life

 El Drex:
 Yo, so how you want it, you want silence or violence
 Plus, me and my crew shine like the N on New Balance
 The most talent where girls fly
 They hopin champagne gets pop and it don't stop
 These jealous cat cut G's keroodle with top
 We can cruise the city block like yachts
 Y'all niggaz worse than the cops

 Kurupt:
 Before I smoke, I tote my first tote
 A fool or here sneakin young bulls red bulls
 Me K-I-D, the elite MC
 >From the hill, got my top chopped by a tree
 On the hill, too young to flare one
 It's all about rhymes and fair ones
 Show me the mic and bust like a flair gun
 Don't shove me or push me, I give sucka punches
 Now what's the deal

 El Drex:
 You sucka cats be wildin and wanna fool now
 And pull the tool now Why can't we keep it on the cool now
 I make a new route to get my crew out My peeps no doubt
 And then when school out, it probably when the album's due out
 And when you see me, the cream from my pocket ooze out
 Forever player and winner and never lose out

 Kurupt (El Drex):
 Tell me do you remember (Yeah, I remember back when)
 When Conway Park (Yeah, I remember back then)
 Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun begins (Next week, instead of then)
 And I'm be sneakin again
 See back in the day, it was all about flows
 Coolin out the T-la rock and mic stroll
 I go next door to see my nigga Man Bang
 Sneak in the basement, couple sips of Ing Bing
 I feel all right, I could rock all night
 No plots and schemes, just million dollar dreams
 Money like a mothafucka Homie gimme mine's paid
 I come stompin like a parade, the escapade
 Psychotic anolyisis as I consume a whole carton of mushrooms
 We clear sight, the day lights like the night
 A closet full of Franklin's, a G's paradise
 A nice 40 ounce of O-E on ice
 Precise poetical poltergeist on mics

 El Drex:
 Well, it's the El baby, baby The El baby baby
 The one that rocks you so well baby baby
 Many brains I feed, another thought conceive
 Yes indeed Drex ya heed will make yo body bleed
 The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin like weeds
 Money stash from crack, you can't determine the speed
 I'm a rap fiend, they gleams like the head of Carene
 I'm extreme but never fade like acid jeans, I mean
 I see more green than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya
 Stay tough like armadilgas and that's on the for real-a
 Pop dukes will call me killer casualties with ease
 The world will spend a million G's savin dyin MC's
 Now you got mad love for Shahi Raffi
 I'm in knee deep and peace the bull and meet me
 Kurupt: To my nigga Kel El, Escoball, what all up in this piece

 Chorus: (to end with Kurupt talking)
 El Drex: 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
 You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit
 I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town
 Cuz I'm down by law and I'm from Tha Deuce Pound
 Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound
 A town with no recreation
 And when we grab the mic We formally rock the nation