* album version has different lyrics and features Keith Murray    Chorus:    Get your back up off the wall  And you can get it, get it, get it, get it  (repeat 4X)    Tash:    I heard niggaz wanna know who flips the most hoes  The R&B singers or the niggaz with flows  So what I did was take a poll, like Clinton versus Dole  (So the fake rappers wouldn't be out of control)  And the more girls I asked, the more I heard 'em say  They said they wanted balls, pussy niggaz stay away  Good choice, cuz Rico don't be losing his voice and no...(activator  spraying sound)  To make my hair look moist  Just a sack of pommel that I got from John Dale  Cuz this is how I do it but it ain't Montel  It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer  That be dissin pussy niggaz in scoops of eyeliner  Cuz look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh  With your leather vest wrapped around your cutie bird chest  Keep freezing while I keep easing down the road  Cuz Tash will scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold  Gold or double plat  Catastrophe will have your girl butt-naked laying flat (laying flat)  Horizontal, while I'm running all up in it  To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute  Party shit  The R&B singers try to swipe  That's why they callin me to make they remixes hype  But I'm the type of cat to go to your show and boo ya  Black ya, blue ya  Then throw my tape to ya    Chorus:    J-Ro:    Who the hell let the dog out the gate?  Ready or not, here I come to set it straight  Cuz it's a thin line between love and hate  So emcees bow down and prepare to meet your fate  Cuz these(smiling faces)smiling faces sometimes  They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes  But I keep a pack skin tight  You wanna pen fight?  Just give in, cuz you know you'll never win, right?  It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour  A 3-day shower couldn't wash away my soul power  (Stop, Look, and Listen)That's the way of the world  I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels  Is it just my imagination, or is my generation  Fascinated by gunplay and incarceration  Peace to the departed, I get it started like A-B  C, It ain't nothin like the real thing baby  I'm taking it to the streets, but the burbs is much cleaner  (Searching for Mary Jane, man. Have you seen her?)  Yeah. I found love on a two way street  Now, I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets(Say what)  This is my message to emcees to make 'em quiver  Signed, sealed, delivered    Chorus:    Tash:    So, no matter where you turn, everywhere you look  They say them Alkaholik niggaz is "off the hook"  Cuz, we quick to sellin rhymers to the top and pop the cork  Got love throughout the South, got love throughout New York  So word to my mama, Tanya, cuz I'ma bomb ya  With Off The Wall lyrics that hype you up and calm ya  Damn! Cuz there's ladies up there smooth  Pass the 40 to me man, you know the name of my group(Tha Alkaholiks)    J-Ro:    It's our time to glisten. Who be dissin?  How you gonna rhyme with all your teeth missin?(The Likwit Crew party)  Ain't no need for actin hard  When we pull your card, you're outta here, rules the bar  Most rappers sound the same, they foldin too much game  But I do know, and you know nobody beats Tha Liks  Well, check it  How you gonna get the ladies naked    Chorus(x12)    Female:    Nobody beats Tha Liks (4X)  You know nobody can beat Tha Liks  I know nobody can beat Tha Liks  We rock you on and on  Nobody beats Tha Liks