(Intro: *bell ringing*) 

Good evening ladies and gentlemen 

This is your main event of the evening 



(PMD) 

Yeah, check it, one time, one time, one time 

PMD and B-Real, Cypress Hill, Hit Squad 

Yeah, you niggas know the deal 

Check it, check it, comin' through, uh, Hit Squad 



(PMD) 

Sirens blare, niggas wildin' out over chairs 

The men here, so sealable doors, so stand clear 

Breath takin', niggas rollin' up with the gat shakin' 

No puss here, brothers sadly mistaken 

The chains breakin', back to check the rules you fakin' 

That's violation, like a Muslim eatin' bacon 

Much got the beat breakin', faggots niggas instigatin' 

I'm runnin' with the law while you triple six in your Satan 

Comin' in blastin', with no maskin', niggas askin' 

"How he lastin'?" Jewels, with the tool flashin' 

Blacked out now I'm lacked in, I'ma second win 

More oxygen, niggas on my jock again 



(B-Real) 

Runnin' with the PMD, universal, no rehearsal 

controversial, no commercial 

All rough and rugged, you buckin' off at the straight thuggin' 

Audio thumpin' and head bumpin' 

Motherfuckers wanna hear somethin', CD's jumpin' 

Thumpin' the ground all of a sudden 

In the mist of the smoke I shut it - all competition 

Set the condition to submission 

From the contact I'm sparkin' at brain cells 

through songs and magazines and through the e-mail 

I'm worldwide, six side, killafornia highs 

No time, define, no wolfs, we need the blind 

to the slaughter, I'm baptizin' you through the water 

Pure hip-hop and D makes you grow like weed, proceed 

That's right, Soul Assassins, the Hit Squad, Cypress Hill 

All up in your dome piece 



(Outro: PMD) 

...keep the house bumpin', we be the champions 

Get the announcements, keep the whole house bumpin' 

You want somethin', we the champions 

Keep the house thumpin', get announcements 

Let them know that you won bitch, we be the champions 

We be the champions, we be the champions 



(*bell rings twice*)