(They don't get any bigger than this)

(Ain't no half-steppin)

(They don't get any bigger than this)

(Ain't no half-steppin)

(They don't get any bigger than this)

(Ain't no half-steppin)

(Till you get to Colombia)

(Ain't no half-steppin)



[VERSE 1: Richie Rich]

This one is dedicated to the posse

The founder, the author of 'Niggas Just Jock Me'

The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet

Fuck the bullshit, the man makes beats

The Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the D

My road dog, the man Slick Money

415 complete, that's it

A new year's resolution to make hits

'89 my pen and paper were taxed

But see in '90, my shit is comin on wax

Money put together right, so we could use it

Talent so damn tight, we make music

Loc, a mic artist, straight sinister

DJ Daryl on the cut, the Prime Minister

The J the E the D, straight lethal

But in the '90s he's goin legal

Those who don't know will soon be realizin

That the crew is just 41Fivin



[DJ Daryl cuts up]

(Ain't)



[VERSE 2: Richie Rich]

415 is the code to the Eastside

So if you're not strong, fold to the weak side

Loc's got the ammo, I ride the tank

Daryl does the cuttin and JED packs the bank

All from the Oaktown, but different spots

Don't catch a bullet, punk, it's way hot

The stage belongs to the crew that's on it

So think about the funk before you say that you want it

Because we came to do a show and we do it legit

And we packed along a posse just to kill up shit

See, a joke is a joke, like pullin a plug

You catch a hot one when you're fuckin with a thug

We don't play that shit, we believe in survival

But we'll cold catch a murder beef when we're 41Fivin



[DJ Daryl cuts up]

(Ain't no half-steppin)

(1-2-3-4)



[VERSE 3: D-Loc]

Hey yo, kick back, take a seat, let a big mack

Put some muthafuckin game to the dope track

I don't mean to interrupt, but yo Rich

I gotta put some shit to this dope cut

Cause I'm a lyricist, I'm on a risin

Here to let em know I be 41Fivin

Step up or press up, you might mess up

The program, because the Locster is fed up

I'm on a mission to give em what they're missin

And tell you what you're lackin, boy, I mean business

Stupid muthafuckas play me close, but hell no

I couldn't be touched even if you tried to bumrush

A rat pack, niggas better step back

Steppin to the Locster and gets jacked

That's how it is when you're fuckin with me

But much worse when you're fuckin with the 415 posse

I just limp like a pimp, grab my dick

Wobble to the phone, then call up Rich

I tell him like this: "Yo, I got some funk

So page Slick Money and meet me at the studio"

DJ Daryl's with me with no delay

Rich pulls up with a trunk full of throwaways

We slap the clip in the nine, now the punchline

Ran up on the enemies and started 41Fivin



[DJ Daryl cuts up]

(Ain't)



(Shot his wife and her lawyer)



[VERSE 4: D-Loc]

Time to break east, I hear sirens

Man, I hate those punk police

I'm finna lounge in the cut and duck one

I popped his ass and that was just for fun

That's what the muthafucka get for playin a role

He stepped to me and then I ran up his asshole

Now I got a murder beef, they can't catch me

I'm on the loose in the Oakland streets

Hustlin, and man, it ain't easy

So a nigga like me gets greedy

I need all I can get, no bullshit

I won't stop until I feel the muthafuckin ???

If that mean straight killin and jackin

Robbin and stealin - well hey, that's what's happenin

See, I don't bite the tongue for no one

I ain't lyin, I'm just 41Fivin



[DJ Daryl cuts up]

(Ain't no half-steppin)



(They don't get any bigger than this)



[DJ Daryl cuts up]

(4) (1) (5 minutes of funk)



[ VERSE 5: Richie Rich ]

Yo Loc, I hate police, and that's treacherous

I'm on the run too but man, they ain't catchin us

I got too many bitches in the Oakland streets

Use for hide-outs when I sense the heat

See, a murder ain't shit when a brother stays packin

Loose on the streets, gettin his money on stackin

Sucker wanna run up, cowards, you get popped

I'm on a rampage and can't be stopped

And the one who tries, to the dirt he'll be divin

Cause Double R don't joke when he's 41Fivin



(These singers, man, I tell you)



[VERSE 6: D-Loc]

Rich, I'm in the game, man, all about stackin

Rollin with the posse at night but I'm packin

Can't turn my back for niggas tryin to gat me up

Cause on the real tip, I don't give a fuck

Never mind the name, just admit it

I'm a mack to the heart, so come with it

Nigga, be down to astound the world

You won't be shit if you don't pimp the 'white girl'

Sellin dope is basically what I'm sayin

I'm comin up cause muthafuckas keep payin

For my product, cause yo, I gives a fuck about a job

Artist workin 9 to 5 hardest

I make more in a day than you a month

You can do the same, but you're scared of the game, punk

Broke bastard need to be strivin

Like me, or 41Fivin



(It's good to see you back again)



(You know too much to live!

- I wasn't going to saying anything!)

(I) (I wasn't going to say anything!)

(I told em nothing!)

(I) (I told em no-)

(I told em nothing)

(Please don't [???] him, don't [???] him, please)

[screams, laughter]

(It was so sick)

(Be guided by what he says)