Jump (jump)  jump (jump)  jump (jump)  jump (jump)  jump (jump)
 Not yet.......
 Jump (get up)  jump (get up)  jump (get up)  jump (get up)  jump (get up)
 How many niggas gettin lye tonight?
 How many niggas gettin high tonight?
 Jump (get up)  jump (get up)  jump (get up)  jump (get up)  jump (get up)

 Verse 1: Treach

 Na na  na na
 I say fight  you holler a quarter day late
 A dollar short, poppin more corks and niggas don't get
 ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin mouth, aight
 And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight
 Must be just the master monk
 The underhood, the underworld's under man
 Motherfuck bein understood, long as we understand
 You can't twist the Treach ????? and mix his friends
 Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend
 All eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chance
 I glance and just take your tip
 It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
 and bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style
 And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk
 Get em tough and guts, smoke from *?stoge?* and hand Treach
 Get em out of grants that they owe, the top notch
 Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
 I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks

 Chorus

 Verse 2: Vin Rock

 Ha
 Now let me line this nigga up
 How you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the fuck?
 Oh, you don't know, BOOM BAP SMACK AND THERE IT IS
 How we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz?
 (What the fuck was he freakin?)
 I bring some drink in, just for fun
 They be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rum
 You might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your head
 Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead
 (Let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickin
 I, know I only make it for the one-night stickin
 Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin
 After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin

 How many niggas gettin lye tonight?
 How many niggas gettin high tonight?
 Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up)

 Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

 What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no more
 We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
 All that RAH RAH, I send that ass BYE BYE
 After that I FLY, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I-I

 Serve those wit the nerve to test this
 Step and get'cha records clipped
 Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
 You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit
 Discredit's what you get, cos you bit

 Niggas get the hit-low, and shit loads, I flip shows
 If it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
 Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry
 For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy

 That's when Vinnie will be
 lightin shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
 sick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we do
 So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you
 (We won't have to fuck wit you)

 Chorus