(feat. Tim Dog)



[Tim Dog]

Yo, I got somethin for you rat bastards

Woo! Uhh, yeah

Fuck y'all niggaz know... y'all want it?

Y'all really want it?! Let's go

We gon' bring it to y'all motherfuckers

We gon' bring it straight to y'all motherfuckers!

I got my motherfuckin nigga, Marc Clayborne

Get 'em nigga, get 'em!



[Marc Live]

Now who's down to step up? Aiyyo the plate is small

I'm Roger Clemens see I'm strikin you all (STRIKE!)

It's 3 and out, I'm peelin out (let's go)

In that quarter to eighth, aiyyo don't be late

Cause the ship ain't waitin and the clock ain't stoppin (speak on it)

Yo, the money and chicks is hot, see the grease is poppin

Stand clear when my heat start cockin

I seen a lot of new crews that think they movin somethin

I stop men, yo my groove keeps rockin

I keep it stacked up, my cabinet's full

Listen, aiyyo my G's keep stockin

Yo what it look like, it's so ugly

It sound grimy, yo the hood is behind me

Now you remind me of a copy dude

Listen, I'm in a sloppy mood

With a flow so rude, and yo it's gutter too

Surface to air missile blow off your rudders too

And your label change they get snatched up (gimme that)

T3 I come back extra macked up



[Chorus: x2]

Checkin the dough, checkin the flow

Checkin the dough, checkin the flow

Checkin the dough, checkin the flow

... is what we doin



[over Chorus: Tim Dog]

Yeah niggaz, ha - what you think about it?

What y'all niggaz think about that?

What y'all niggaz think about that?!

Now I got a nigga right now

You gotta take mushrooms and drink Clorox to fuck with this nigga!

And you STILL can't hang with him

Aiyyo, aiyyo, yo John

Yo John Clayborne, what the deal?



[Kool Keith]

You order the T-bone well done

I go left, take fine chicks we met at Saks Fifth Avenue to Pizza Hut son

Let 'em sport the diamonds and carry they expensive luggage

Vanilla shake with the fly weave

Don't get mad at me I'm paying for the quarter pounder, extra cheese

Six speeds, you didn't make it to Justin's, a model with problems

Frontin in the rented Benz eatin Chicken McNuggets

You're toy soldiers with Allen Iverson afros

Movin strings attached to your buttcrack like puppets

I laugh at the throwbacks, advance spend your ducats

Like Donny I'm Osborne

I'm Wizard, you "Oz" worn

You think you mackin, who you think they put Tosh on?

The pit is tight, you mosh on

Spit 'til you turn bitter, talk 'til you turn litter

Garbage dispose, little crowd think I'm the Black Crowes

You know like cocaine I'm strong goin up your nose

I look at chicks and I tax hoes



[Chorus] without the very first line



[over Chorus: Tim Dog]

Yeah, so what we gon' do right now

We gon' bring the third motherfucker

of the clique, the Clayborne Family

He go by the name of Shawn Clayborne

Ha, keep it dust nigga

Let 'em know



[Jacky Jasper]

No mercy, have no mercy, I'm the worst B

Certainly, the meek thirsty

The fortunate meet, two brothers, that's family

See you come know where you goin

Cash I'm blowin cover your face hate showin

Who I pimp and trick cash out of not your concern

Who got clapped your paper I earn

You slow motion I'm jet set you coastin

Got a maitre'd voice, stop foolin

Lips droolin, you I'm schoolin

Think what you doin before movin

They P plot do inequity to get me

Fool can't stop me, fool can't test me

5-11, street smarts since seven

Fuck the nun, jack the reverand, still make heaven



[Chorus: w/ more Tim Dog ad libs]



[Tim Dog]

Run 'em down, run 'em down

Mark Clayborne, John Clayborne, Shawn Clayborne

You know? Guard your hoes