the chatter of every lop Who gather in flocks batter up The game's on, put your frames on Look at the names on the wall Suckas are ready to fall
nigga Phil how real this is, the weed Smoke Fest '99 burn something to the beat *Tash in background* Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? "All
: [Intro: U-God] Yeah, this one right here Is for those fly motherfuckers All those motherfuckers get money All those money makers When you look in the
Yeah, this for all you non-believers Especially out in the C-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo, yeah, I'm tellin' ya when I die You can see what's deep in
it but the people That surrounding me are way too shady The only people I can trust Is my family and my lady All my dogs got guns Ready for action They
, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of argument, All these devils are
claim, gutta name, got it painted and framed (Mutherfucker I told y'all) I told y'all (I told y'all) Everybody happen y'all wouldn't listen to me (I told y'all
to the head, comin' fifth, plus You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man? Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal Killing people
same people I share my mill with six zero's in my last mill with bread and wine last supper was some real shit the prayers been sent down and ready the
me! We's about to do what they don't Housing! Ready to hit the year 2010 [Humpty-Hump] I work that brown nose Hoes usually laugh We cruise all
scale? help me weigh this Yo! We wan't all ya'll to know that this is the family, right? And what we want everybody out there to do on the dance floor Is get ready
malnutrition Not after all these things on ya check, ya say 'I'ma give God a little what's left You do and that's what you gonna get from God" Who am