(feat. DJ Cash Money)



[Black Thought]

Yo yo, what the fuck, give us space

See ya'll up in the place and shit, fuck

Yo we 'bout to set it

We got my man DJ Cash Money on the one and two's

Knowmsayin, we 'bout to take ya'll back into the realm

It's like this yo yo, check it out, hold up yo

It's like yo

One to make you scream, two to make you shout

Come on Cash Money, let's rock yo well it's the



[Malik B]

M-A-L-the-I-K-B

Doin this since the early '80s

You try to play me, well I'ma play ya back

You know it's tipper-tap when I pay you back



[Black Thought]

Well it's the B-L-A-the-C-K Thought

It grab crab niggas on life support

I don't know what the fuck ya'll thought or what ya'll snort

Any rapper Steppin Into the Realm will get caught



[Malik B]

You got caught off-guard in the yard while you was buzzin

You worked your way outta the puzzle, all of a sudden

This shit, we hit you like Sixth and Bristol

We put it in your body till it make you disco



[Black Thought]

Aiyyo,  Philly mine for my passion, the city line

From Cheltenham to 69th Street to beyond

Want to lap around the map and then pass the baton

To my man, between me and Mal-ik is a thin line



[Malik B]

I'ma pull the pins all out the grenade

Radical renegade, let's get paid

I won't be around when they start the raid

Baricade your town like the Mummer's Parade



[Black Thought]

Aiyyo I here you M-ill, we the jawn for real

Rip shit from the valleys to the top of the hill

Leave a nigga in a dip like a J-Street pill

The killer feel from South Phil, they better chill



[Malik B]

We got my man Cash Money on the cut

Takin niggas back to the days of King Tut

You king of ampfier, you know I can't forget

For all you bachelors and all you bachelorettes



[Black Thought and Malik B]

Via satellite, chatter like Sean ? and them

And keep the fly young ladies all tremblin

We outta Philly and rock The Fifth emblem

Walk upon water, maintain a dry Timberland

Roots Crew, remember them, still stunnin you

In the flesh wit Cash Money on the one and two

And to the the shorty that's out past your curfew

It's X-rated, I don't wear the purple *mumbling*

Well if you're on the wheels, Cash get on-



[?uestlove]

We regret to inform you that due to the asinine 

Leech-like Wall Street-ified sampling publishing laws

That plague hip hop music...

You'll be unable to witness the miracles that Cash Money creates

On the one and two's...

Unfortunately, we have to leave you wit this...