(Treach)      We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture   Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture ripped ya scripture   I'll mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills   ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the I is capital   double L, lower case t-o-w-n   No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin   Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some   You lost the race by a dick slut's cum cos nuts won   What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick   Your girl's poonany's packed like tha freaknic   We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch   Now your fucking soul ain't so mischevious   Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder   Ricocheting PM to AM, frying freestyle flounders   big as bouncers   Ounce ta ounces   Don't make us check you   yes you, just know respect due!      (Vinnie)      I'm hearin niggas in the game yappin this yappin that   Talkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap   but I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand   I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then   give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me   Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread it thru the industry   The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets   Sound's knockin from malls to swapmeets   And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores   We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores   And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks   So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus   Guess which nigga is next to flex this   Style that I be rippin's authentic so don't text this      (Treach)      You can fool some of the people some of the time but not all of the people   all of the time   Some of the rhymes some of the times cos some of the 9's some of em mine   And bout a brown as Bobby wit a trolley   to bury Halle, it's chocolate so pardon Dolly as a hobby   When it comes to harm me ya don't alarm me   cos I roll wit Double I and Ron G's army   So that's 235 on a slang bang   and see Ron wit a nigga for fucking A-Train   And that's deep like the minds of Minolta   Deep ditch like the Swedish knits on John Travolta   If you don't look good we don't look good   These nuts that soon clear the room   So boom to the break and break, ah, to the snap   and snap ta the beat, I'll freak them, bring it back   So's I had no choice but ta roll wit the flow   Plus I came over the bridge and I ain't wasting my toll