Intro:      Schyeah!   Stick em   I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late   Ya crews pay dues with heavy weights      Verse 1:      Been brained in the pain since hotter than July   My crews do-or-die, insist to ride high   Clients never fuck us (uhh uhh)   like Hammer can't touch us, automatic workers   No showstop always get in for the realer   Y'all deadmeat, clock the dollar billa   I said "Y'all in?", never stood too tall   like Mike outta motherfucker Off The Wall   Me's cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holes   Keeps bitin on my dick like yo' ass oppose   Mr Tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubt   Been doin crimes, one time definite in '89   Can't stop it though, y'all gots pounds to push   in the back of the *?Allenue York?*, Ducati   Got em fly like birds, OK who got the pick-up?   Keep it cool, one-time try to stick up   Schyeah!      Chorus:      Ya best hit the ground and don't be late   My crews pay dues with heavy weights   And don't play hero you might get shot   Cos you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got      Verse 2:      Watch out for the phonetap   One-time tryin ta stick me for the murder wrap   Ain't nuttin happenin   Best step back, the guns gone clap   Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped   In a minute, weight pushin '96 SS's   and niggas bailin 'round with S's on their chests   The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver   Executor, Billy The Kid the straight shooter   Got it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight   My nigga Muggs got it sold like Chynna White   This ain't the row, jack, situation's lookin grim   B's like Tina out on a limb   We's pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular   Got styles's but still floss on burnt-out cellulars   I'm tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show   And you can't see me go toe-to-toe (BING!)      Chorus (x2)      Verse 3:      I push ya round like Mr Biggs stuffin a fire   No TV screen keeps my access live   Got the Glocks on ready to shake rumps like Teddy   Keeps ya distance we be's the Gs that's deadly   Keeps the Cristal chilled in my favourite cup   Gots money to burn, no which way is up   I hangs with the playas and rolls with the riches   Keeps my grip, don't trust a bitch   You knows the business, it's paper, son   Gots the cash, freeze a nigga on the run   Better known as Chester who gets the cheesin   Everybody lay down when I starts the squeezin   For the money I do's the evilest things   Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends   It don't stop to the break o' dawn   Half ounce with the chronic, Dom Perrignon      Chorus (x2)      Outro:      Schyeah! (Ya best hit the ground)   MC Eiht in the house one-two (Ya best hit the ground)   My nigga Muggs in the house one-two (Don't play hero)   Can't fuck with the crew, schyeah!   (Heavy weights) Schyeah!   '97 in the house, schyeah!      Ya best hit the ground and don't be late   My crews pay dues with heavy weights   And don't play hero you might get shot   Cos you ain't got scrill...Muggs one time