Intro:
 I am Captain of Egor
 Hahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!
 He's doin impressions!
 Hi Tremaine...
 Yo Threat, you ready? (yeah)
 Sup?
 Verse One: Threat
 Who is you nigga who is you?
 I know you from somewhere (where you from) The Zoo
 Why you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch
 And fuck you too, this is L.A. Zoo
 And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers
 Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch
 Faster bastard don't make me have to plaster
 Players, get smoked with my bare hands
 Got the shit that sway in a wicked way
 Like Tash and J, motherfuckin Ro hoe
 Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew
 And to my homies this Bud's for you
 Who is dem niggas
 Verse Two: E-Swift
 Guess who nigga been down evrysince
 With the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway, and Tense
 E motherfuckin Swift ohh I, thought you knew
 Looted me some glocks in April, Ninety-Two
 But it's a new day, so make way shortie
 For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty
 Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come
 J motherfuckin Ro and he's buzzin off the rum
 Verse Three: J-Ro
 Yo it's the J-Ro fever, catch it
 I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit
 If I hear, one more, nigga kickin up
 Das EFX shit, I'm bombin, my style is uncommon
 Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one
 My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex
 one, two, three, J-Ro is who I be
 I got more bone than a cemetary
 Ninety-Three mandingo, I got my own lingo
 My Mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo
 But I trust no man, I'm chillin like a snowman
 I makin lots of dough, and the Liks can rip a show and
 Freak it, yo E-Swift freak it
 Won't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it
 I used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat
 Now they be like who that, and shit how he do that
 Chorus: repeat 4X
 [Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- Busta Rhymes, Scenario
 Who dem niggas, who dem niggas
 Verse Four: Tash
 Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats
 I rip shit from Cali to the Valley of the Jeep Beats
 They call me Uncle Sam cause my skills'll tax all y'all
 Call y'all [suckas] cause them niggas need to ball y'all
 Rhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter
 MC's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider
 From the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out
 Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out
 I take to the funk sound man since my pager
 I kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch up
 The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka
 Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter
 Stop the, presses, the Liks rock the freshest
 I'm lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dresses
 So who them niggas with beats for your ass
 The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash
 Chorus