(feat. Wali World)



[Wali World]

Uhh.. 'nother one of them things

It's another one of them things

Yeah, yeah, feel me

Yeahh, c'mon, ya feel me?

They gon' feel this, check it

One two check me out uhh



We Ghetto Dwellas rollin with "Goodfellas," that's Power Rule

On tracks, commitin murder like my name was Ja Rule

"Holla Holla," you're out of bounds fuckin with World

And Carter, Carter - you want beef?  It's not a problem

Red-dot 'em, cock back, blast and shot 'em

D.O.A., just to show 'em we don't play

Smoke weed all day, me, Craig, and [?]

Catch me in the Benz gettin head in the whip

and not crashin it, while y'all niggaz can't get a date

That be the same reason why niggaz hate

Yo we goin platinum, Wali World out to get the papes

Fuck the album, got niggaz buggin off the snippet tape

I +Dig in the Crates+, and make tracks hotter than lava

One love to Khalid, Kenyatta

And Trigger Tone, when you get home, we got it sewn

Like Bones, I let you rock my three G stones



[A.G.]

Yo word to Arthur Ashe, serve these fools and spark the hash

Yo World let's get these mills, cut the half

Roll with ladies that pack, plus baby got back

Gotta pay me to rap, the Larry Davis of rap

In fact, my value now is past a mill'

Wanna sign me for half-a-mill I'll give you half for real

Pass the pill, drop hot ones that last until

Straight dirt, y'all pussy niggaz clean with Massengil

Wanna star with a dick attached, I'll show 'em one

Run trizzies like Joe and 'em, I cock the M-1

Get busy when I'm holdin one

So many rounds I get dizzy when I'm loadin 'em

Front, then I'm sober son



[Chorus: Wali World]

Do you got my tape kid, you better get it

Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it

Aiyyo you got the CD, you better get it

Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it, c'mon



[Chorus Two: Wali World]

Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone

Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone

Don't stop (don't stop) I'm not finished yet

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet

Back to the lab (to the lab)

...

Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone

Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone



[A.G.]

See me?  Throw it up when I rolls up

CD?  Twenty-fo' bucks with only fo' cuts

Screw courts, them havocs get cut short like Newports

Out of towners call me New York, Yank hat with a smooth walk

I came with my niggaz; new topics mixed with blue chronic

Don't rock it - I'ma blame y'all niggaz

For sleepin on the boobonic, 15 minus two dollars

So hurry and cop it - I entertain y'all niggaz

I spit flames on these other rappers

Lyrically see me as madness, I'll touch them faggots

They don't have it, plus them average, crush them bastards

with one lines, bust 41 times like one-time

And it'll still be no crime, from Japan back to London

I have 'em runnin cause these raps is stunnin

Honey ass is pumpin, so throw the L's up

And after the show I'm smashin somethin, get dirty baby



[Chorus: w/ minor variations]



[Chorus Two]



[Wali World]

Don't stop (don't stop)...

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet

Back to the lab (to the lab)

...

Don't touch this, ah ah...

... microphone

Kick a hole in the speaker...

We're, back to the lab (to the lab)...

Don't touch this, ah ah...



Out of bounds in here

With my nigga A.G. in here

G.D., we get dirty