Get your back up off the wall
 And you can get it, get it, get it, get it
 (repeat 4X)
 Tash:
 I heard niggaz wanna know who flips the most hoes
 The R&B singers or the niggaz with flows
 So what I did was take a poll, like Clinton versus Dole
 (So the fake rappers wouldn't be out of control)
 And the more girls I asked, the more I heard 'em say
 They said they wanted balls, pussy niggaz stay away
 Good choice, cuz Rico don't be losing his voice and no...(activator
 spraying sound)
 To make my hair look moist
 Just a sack of pommel that I got from John Dale
 Cuz this is how I do it but it ain't Montel
 It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer
 That be dissin pussy niggaz in scoops of eyeliner
 Cuz look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh
 With your leather vest wrapped around your cutie bird chest
 Keep freezing while I keep easing down the road
 Cuz Tash will scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold
 Gold or double plat
 Catastrophe will have your girl butt-naked laying flat (laying flat)
 Horizontal, while I'm running all up in it
 To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute
 Party shit
 The R&B singers try to swipe
 That's why they callin me to make they remixes hype
 But I'm the type of cat to go to your show and boo ya
 Black ya, blue ya
 Then throw my tape to ya
 Chorus:
 J-Ro:
 Who the hell let the dog out the gate?
 Ready or not, here I come to set it straight
 Cuz it's a thin line between love and hate
 So emcees bow down and prepare to meet your fate
 Cuz these(smiling faces)smiling faces sometimes
 They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes
 But I keep a pack skin tight
 You wanna pen fight?
 Just give in, cuz you know you'll never win, right?
 It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour
 A 3-day shower couldn't wash away my soul power
 (Stop, Look, and Listen)That's the way of the world
 I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels
 Is it just my imagination, or is my generation
 Fascinated by gunplay and incarceration
 Peace to the departed, I get it started like A-B
 C, It ain't nothin like the real thing baby
 I'm taking it to the streets, but the burbs is much cleaner
 (Searching for Mary Jane, man. Have you seen her?)
 Yeah. I found love on a two way street
 Now, I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets(Say what)
 This is my message to emcees to make 'em quiver
 Signed, sealed, delivered
 Chorus:
 Tash:
 So, no matter where you turn, everywhere you look
 They say them Alkaholik niggaz is "off the hook"
 Cuz, we quick to sellin rhymers to the top and pop the cork
 Got love throughout the South, got love throughout New York
 So word to my mama, Tanya, cuz I'ma bomb ya
 With Off The Wall lyrics that hype you up and calm ya
 Damn! Cuz there's ladies up there smooth
 Pass the 40 to me man, you know the name of my group(Tha Alkaholiks)
 J-Ro:
 It's our time to glisten. Who be dissin?
 How you gonna rhyme with all your teeth missin?(The Likwit Crew party)
 Ain't no need for actin hard
 When we pull your card, you're outta here, rules the bar
 Most rappers sound the same, they foldin too much game
 But I do know, and you know nobody beats Tha Liks
 Well, check it
 How you gonna get the ladies naked
 Chorus(x12)
 Female:
 Nobody beats Tha Liks (4X)
 You know nobody can beat Tha Liks
 I know nobody can beat Tha Liks
 We rock you on and on
 Nobody beats Tha Liks