Intro:
 Aight  1 2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
 On the mic one time (No diggedy)
 for your motherfuckin mind
 (*Ready to rock rough rhymes*    > Redman) Yeah
 We're gonna set it off one time
 (*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)
 Here we go  yeah yeah
 (Yo P  yo D why them bitches be on your dick  let em know son)
 Verse 1: PMD  C Dogg
 Cos I does a little dance  make a little love
 I get the fuck down tonight
 Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
 I fry that ass up like I'm Wessun
 So come equipped and I don't slip (why?)
 cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
 I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
 just in case niggas wanna flip
 I see my niggas in sight, everything aight
 comin out of fuckin Crown Heights
 Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
 My shit be on point like a soldier
 It's the evil that men do, who we do?
 I do you and your whole fuckin clique
 Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
 I wet that ass up like a mop
 Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
 It's the C-Dogg yeah time to call a hearse
 So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
 I got rough but know I'ma get rougher
 It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
 I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
 It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
 I got the eye to the double L
 and I don't be no rookie or no beginner
 I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner
 Hook (x8):
 (*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)
 Verse 2: C-Dogg, PMD
 Ready to rock rough rhymes
 It's the C-Dogg back with 12 new rides
 Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
 It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead
 So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
 Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
 So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
 It's the Scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
 Peace to my nigga DL wit the beat
 and peace to all my niggas on Union Street
 and to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
 A DL year, the whole E is talkin
 Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (Never that nigga)
 We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
 So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
 I'm comin mad wilder than the West
 I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail
 I boost a track up like the third rail
 Fake MC's endangered like a species
 Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faeces
 I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin
 Your style is improper like a fraction
 Yo I'm out to get mine (Get yours nigga)
 Hook
 Verse 3: Dray, Books
 Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the
 bubbly
 Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be
 Got more coupe-rs than Isuzu, kid I bruise you
 abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
 I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch
 I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
 we kick that ass back up off just like a Lear
 See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya
 Y'know the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
 Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, I sop it up
 So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
 Yo Boogie Banger show them why we be the best at this
 Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
 We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay
 Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
 Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
 I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassy
 My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
 Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
 I'm richer than Richie Rich and quicker with the gat, black!
 For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
 Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
 Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
 The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
 but doper, my styles is fat like Al Roker
 Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't know ya
 Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
 Nigga I'm
 Hook
 Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das
 Solid Scheme, word bond son (Shit come thick)
 Y'nah how we do