You got my back, I got your front
 >From the start to finish
 Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
 Take my back, got your front
 >From the start to finish
 Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
 Got your back, take my front
 >From the start to finish
 Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
 Got my back, got your front
 >From the start to finish
 Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants

 [Shyheim]
 I'm a N.W.A. with nineteen shot glizzy
 I'm all thugged and Krazyie, Layzie, Flesh, Wish and Bizzy
 I'm too wild, you don't wanna see my act up
 Police gotta call the national guard for back up
 My shit don't stink, I never touch my link
 Shyheim never sleepin, my eyes just cheat me
 And my army moves same, same

 [Hell Razah]
 Stick him for his mink
 Yall niggaz on some frontin shit, amped off a drink
 Money like to bring truck, bomb you till you faint
 I roll with top rank, soon to judge the angels sing

 [Shyheim]
 I'm ghetto like ?sun-do?, Wu-Tang Clansman
 We banned from the tunnel,

 [Hell Razah]
 We're scorin touchdowns, well yall wack rappers fumble

 [Shyheim]
 And talk about the projects, we never see you come through
 Catch em at their shows, their hidin in a limo

 [Hell Razah]
 We claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros
 We're dirty street heros in the six double zeros

 [Shyheim]
 Benz, glocks with the infer-red lenses
 Money over bitches, like P, I'm infamous

 [Hell Razah]
 Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together
 Like the current census

 [Shyheim]
 We're co-defendants, society's menace
 I became a Jon Doe, so I be printed

 [Chorus: Shyheim]

 [Hell Razah]
 Aiyyo, it's war faces, I see outside the court cases
 See the first chapter become the bone body fracture
 I roll with player haters, down to mat rafters
 Out to put the gat to anybody playin after
 Climbin up ?Jacken's? latter, the common factor
 Red hook, never shake hooks or get you shit took
 Black hook indian givers with a sick hook

 [Shyheim]
 Hit with the book, I was hit with the book
 I'm a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm
 It's like she said, "I'm a bad mother fucker"
 When she read my palms, I did armed fuckin felony
 And with my moms tellin me, a twenty-seven D.V.D.
 For reals and mad man, in a instant a raider
 Is where we stash the grills
 It's all about the hundred dollar bills, Nigga what
 If shorty pushes you big, I stick it in her butt

 [chorus x2: both