(All right, is everybody ready *YEAH!*)   (Alright now, here we go)      Nationowl divides this bomb to blow   Adios serials worldwide   Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver   to break down the speed   While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped   and stole the ground beneath they feet   Far from the bail, still makin my sales   Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel   takin over, no doubt   Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor   Dre, all day cash his cheques   Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!)   Nationowl's defence covers my ass   and team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast   Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on   MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?)      Chorus:       Pledge a legiance to my team   Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM   Cos worldwide shit's outta control   Why you can't get down with Nationowl   Young and old, my niggas who's on parole   Why you can't get down with Nationowl   Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold   Why you can't get down with Nationowl      Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock   still fully loaded, cocked the handgun   Composed like the Phantom   while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely   Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me"   In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy   Assholes around like a frisby   And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley   History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way   tryin ya hardest to delay   My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?*   Lyrics bone shatterin   Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella   What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin   Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale   I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale      Chorus      In the last days, which side will you be on?   Nationowl's on the side that I beat on   I demand put me on   From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on   My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair   For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare   Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick   Pro actors, game of life with no practice   Controllin craps like I had a remote   It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb   No joke, much over I scold   It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats   Best believe that these are our last years   Prepare or get done from the rear   As we move there, where? The final frontier   United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer      Chorus      Are you wit me East Coast?   Are you wit me West Coast?   Are you wit me?   Are you wit me?   Are you wit me West Coast?   Are you wit me East Coast?   Are you wit me?   Are you wit me?