Artist: Craig G  Album: Ultimate Alliance (single)  Song: Ultimate Alliance (produced by Ill Tal)    Intro:  Craig G, Illy Ill, Ill Tal  He got the sickest beats man  Let's talk about these fake gangsters since this beat is so hard man  Listen      Verse 1:  You feel the tension, when you're up in the club, puffin' the dub  Fake cats ice grillin', trying to put a buck in your mug  Get out my face duke, I ain't got nothing to plug  I'm up in here, just like you, looking for something to rub  A lot of these lames, in the game be making cash  But I'm too real, I refuse to stick out my ass  I could pick out the trash, from a mile away  Your style displays, so many kinks and flaws  When you're yapping your jaws, ballin?  Rappin' awards? You ain't even attackin' the boards  What about your real life persona?   You never said "your honor", never got caught in drama  Handcuffed, in your pajamas, led to a squad car  So where's your heart pa?  Your life's exactly what this is, entertainment  Never have you appeared at an arraignment  Never saw your man die, while EMS tried to sustain him  You won't believe some of the things, that's on my brain son  Get it.      Chorus:  Craig G, Illy Ill form the ultimate alliance  These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying  What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron  You're the reason that the rap game's dying      Verse 2:  And actually, your life can't reappear magically  When heat's involved, it ends tragically  And them gangbangers be handing out stabbings for free  It can happen to you, it can happen to me  They don't scrap in the street,   These young fellas stay strapped with the peice  Bustin' at the heavens, letting off a mack in the trees  Bullets flying out the chamber at a rapid degree  In the direction of them cowards, that just happen to beef  You asking for me? I come through with the mask and the three  57, hit your engine, have you crashin' your V  And you really wanted to bask in the heat?  Okay, look, let's see how long you'll really last in the beef  Passionatly, my homey Illy Ill, yo, he smashin the beat  Anyone that disagree? I'll be happy to meet  Most of yall rappers are corny, soft, taffy and sweet  I'll make you dance when they clap at your feet  Let's go get em.      Chorus:  Craig G, Illy Ill form the ultimate alliance  These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying  What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron  You're the reason that the rap game's dying      Verse 3:  One, two, many mc's feel they can test this, but fuck you  And the crew that you got on your guest list  I be that breath of freshness, come on, come test this  Watch you catch a mic plus my left fist,  To your face, I leave you feeling displaced,  You'd rather drink a 22 ounce of toxic waste  What you gonna do, when we come in and block your space?  Rather stick your fucking forehead and cock the blades  Dance around with a loaded glock in waist  Half of yall cats ain't locked and load, yall locked and laced  We come through the building and we stop your faith  What's the deal Illy Ill, yo drop the break.      Chorus (x2):  Craig G, Illy Ill form the ultimate alliance  These cowards think they tough until the shots start flying  What happened to them lyrics that you spit about iron  You're the reason that the rap game's dying    these lyrics are submitted by Ill Tal