[Verse 1: Mike G] Chucks on the feet, hundreds on the laces You ain't sayin' nothin' 'less you talkin' big faces Same on the T, L's on my jeans Everythin
: [B.G.] Uh-huh Ah, Ah, Woah, Woah I'm a guerilla, I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a snake the type that will walk up and put 10 hollows to your face I
the fans laggin', now they tryna' come back quick Ask from Dera to Fax, they say fuck that shit We have African swaggin', of course we run that shit (Mike G
from bein' so-so I top the suckas droppin' fast and flowin' slow Puttin' suckas out like I was Nyquil I rock on the mike like no other on the mike We'
: Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn?t travellin
ain't seen a crew genius Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters Keep it close, you can't beat us While your whole crew treat us like G's, you
it to her friend (uh-huh) I'm a hustler, you a customer Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin ya Some of 'em lyin (yup) most of 'em trickin Others
I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs I hate when other
Money all over again '99, Double Up, uh uh Yo, when you look in my eyes, what chu see? A sincere man or just a bunch of G Why second guess, the brotha
some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm
off? Nikki? Define it as so young, so sexy. Troubled child, guess N.G. round here to correct me, Let?s see, the best be, Nikki now so young, so sexy Holdin? G
double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones I give you ten G
like mascara Diabetic MC's must think shit is sweet these venomous techniques, I leave heat A nigga gots to have it in these streets Bubble eyed G-S on
with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please Get down on your motherfuckin' knees We came to get the motherfuckin' G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G
wit this Dunn [Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck [*cop's walkie talkie is heard*] [Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang [Rakeem] other
caught Whittaker" "Mmmmhmmm" "He caught Whittaker a long time ago" "Mike got touched" "Then Mike got touched by Holyfield" "Holyfield" "Yeah, word up" "Hey, Mike's -- Mike