Sup? Let's go   (Yo Snoop Dogg, yo Dre, yo Too $hort   E-40 and the motherfucking Click)   Nuff respect to the West coast   (Duh, duh, duh)      Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through   Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast   Locked the fuck down, hear my shit, nigga   (Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn)      Shit is crazy real in the field   I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills   And major drug deals on the real   See a nigga get meals and his bitch get him killed      In this American dream to get some cream   You're ownin' a Beem and your face in magazines   12 O'Clock maintains in the game   Bring the Pain to smokin' Method, main      It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames   Get a gold record and you change   And for the niggaz sellin' cocaine   You're too blame      Black people lives ain't the same   And that's the Tale in my Hood   Niggaz is up to no good   You better watch em in them hoods      I always thought livin' life was easy   Go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me   So instead, I played my bed   My momma got fed, and now a nigga livin' with a dread      My best fuckin' friend, knew him since ten   Nigga feed me cream, let me whip the Benz   Houses all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus   He had enough respect to dress this      Expensive Tim suits, girl wearin' fly Gucci boots   Put me on like pook   Every morning that I awake   Ten G's in my fuckin' face, combination to the safe      Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight   Nigga put pounds in the weed gate   And it's ran by Ol' Dirty   12 o'clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty, dirty      Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit   I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics   I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics   What up nigga, what?      Ha ha ha ha ha ha   Ha ha ha ha ha   I got you nigga      I'll rip mics on site you know the type   New Jack, this is my City like Wesley Snipes   Go fly a kite or somethin', make some muffins   I come up bad in the town like Charles Bronson      Now set your speaker and I'll do you for that reason   12 is no joke I bring wreck through the seasons   Solomon, contend, many more but just when   That Joker act you can save for Jack Nicholson      One two and three, through your rap fatigue   In the MC world, is a minor league   What you speak, you swear it's unique   It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique      Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze   Your whole head is stuck and stiff   Next Siamese, I never liked rhymes   That's incomplete, then again obsolete      I shall repeat, there's an Easy Street   For niggaz who earned, then learn your sojourn   Then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger   Not an experiment negative Lucifer      With a tittling gloss of crafted skin   Nothing like spring sauce, of the true origin   Who would score, the wizard of war   Came in best man was a god damn dinosaur      No more jungle-like living, from the Blue Lagoon   It's not an Animal House, National loon Lampoon   If you understand the what, when, why, how   Are you fellas who exempt or to disallow      A fresh MC, that will knock you down?   I gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round   While I'm freaking, shall I expose   You take a subject, and then you decompose