* first twenty seconds is talking by crew *
 [L.S.]
 I gotta question (I gotta question)
 I gotta question (I gotta question)
 I'm pushin about five fifty-five on the mic, how much you benchin?
 I'm givin all y'all yahoo niggaz some new shit to jig to
 I had to slit you small like that crack in the wall you slid through
 And there ain't no callin draw
 Whether you my man, or some shorty comin with the raw
 I fuck around, and get lost in the portal
 Quantum combat, oh I forget, you only mortals
 Comin with that normal kid I wrap you up in coil
 Hit you up and watch your body burn when it bubble
 I'll rip your lampshades, as I rant and rave
 I'm raw, plus I got more plants to blaze
 It's a fact that fiends, come back to Lean
 with vials, long as that aisle in back of Queens
 Plus I pack macs with beams
 I'm type fear, I'm that nightmare that killed that dream
 My gat steam, crazy buzz
 I slid with ?, plus severe for you baby luv
 I play the role til I'm gray and old (c'mon y'all)
 HEYYY HOOOOO, witcha pops on the payroll
 No doubt, I'm cold out withcha ??
 South to border, I come lay em out for ya
 For these liquid assets
 This thick-lipped bastard stay, dipped in plastic

 Outlaw (outlaw)
 Representin, 1998
 Pac, peace my nigga
 Nino, peace my nigga
 Aight?

 It's all good we move on
 Check we out we move on
 Rock like this we move on
 I'm far from a busta!
 Rock like this we move on
 Rock like this we move on
 Rock like this we move.. it's just a freestyle