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