(feat. M.O.P., Roscoe)



Man, "Ante Up" nigga

Make these niggaz kick in, punk-ass niggaz BANG on 'em

Sheeeit... gotta get on these

Frontin, funny, funny-ass niggaz



[Chorus]

I can see it, youse a jealous, motherfucker

It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, motherfucker

Look me in my eyes you pathetic, motherfucker

Cause shit only happens if you let it, motherfucker

You out to get a grip but you're doin the wrong shit

To get a grip you burn your bridge and sink ships motherfucker

Fuckin 'round here might get you chipped, motherfucker

The homies hittin lick after lick, motherfucker



[Kurupt]

The Crisis Center was just invaded

Niggaz talkin 'bout Kurupt switched and traded

People talkin 'bout they don't like me no mo', I lost my flow

They liked me better on "Stranded on Death Row"

Gangbanging's a terrorist act, like whatever we do

they gon' lock us up wherever the terrorists at

They so-called RICO act, applaud and clap

Cause they applaud when niggaz get clapped, but look

I can see it, youse a jealous, motherfucker

It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, motherfucker

Peep out the streets, you can't move without heat

To keep your empire imperial

From Pakistan to imperial, imperial mindframe

Must center your circle, the circle, of your center

Wisdom must control it's outer, and it's inner

I got a small message for you funny-ass niggaz look



[Chorus]



[Roscoe]

Young whippersnapper, dippin in my Acura

For the young pistol packers, clip-slapper, click-clacker

Chip-stacker, whip-jacker, crib-crashed, kidnapper

Wig-basher, rib-cracker, ditch-digger, ditch a nigga

Bitch nigga, y'all the ones that switched nigga

So fuck y'all, now it's guns and clips nigga

And y'all don't see it, you fuckin with the wrong two

We movin units and you just been fuckin with the wrong crew

And I can see it, youse a envious motherfucker

My enemy motherfucker not no friend to me, no kin to me

So it's simple don't be tryin to pretend to be motherfucker

Repercussions consequences and penalties motherfucker

I ain't never a punk, my beretta's in the trunk

So whenever when it, jump, I'll be the first to dump

Paranoid, I can't walk to the curb without my tec

And it's so many murders that I regret, from jealous-ass niggaz



[Chorus]



[Lil' Fame]

Yo, yo, it's the M dot O dot P, motherfucker

The K-U, R-U-P-T, motherfucker

Chin check nigga, it's 'bout to get hectic

To all race and creeds, foreign or domestic (M.O.P. nigga)

Now, tell me, if you wanna ride

In the backseat of a Caddy, {?} brought you to a side

Think it over for what it's worth

Before you get yo' ass tossed into the big black earth



[Billy Danze]

Oh!  Live from the 'Ville, it's your boy Bill Digga

Nigga will you get the fuck back 'fore we kill ya

Y'all know what's up, we doin it with Kurupt

The flow slow disco, nigga let's go

We put it down like, sound like (NOW LET'S RIDE ON OUT)

Still shake the ground like (NOW LET'S RIDE ON OUT)

When there's a conversation about O.G.'s

Make sure you motherfuckers remember the M.O.-P's



[Chorus]



[Kurupt ad libs to end]