(Check it out now)      [Chorus]   We - we are the ones   We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns   We - we came to fight   It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite      (Check it out now)      [Chorus]      [Boots]   Once upon a time when crack was gold   And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold   I scoured the streets for stacks to fold   My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed   I hated police and my teachers were beasts   My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice   The one university, I knew the deal   So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale   Now philosophically you'd be opposed   to one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose   But economically I would propose   that you go eat a dick as employment froze   And I felt like an abandoned child   Left to fend for myself in the wild   While every courtroom, judge and gavel   were there to bury me under the gravel   Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale   Observe; you'll find without fail   That in every neighborhood and penitentiary   There exists many others who are similar to me and      [Chorus]      (Check it out now)      [Boots]   In later years I lost some peers   Who mixed burners with Belvedere   And took shots from gung-ho cashiers   The world was cold yet hell was near   So I seek for a kilo   And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo   A street CEO   There was all of this hell well and not one hero   The intensity was fortified   As I clenched five digits on the forty-five   Barely down at the retail store I would detail more   But I don't wish this action to be glorified   There was a plan I was eager to listen   To not sleep in the park in the fetal position   Having to wipe off canine fecal emission   Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission   It's an equal division and then we go to prison, which is a little decision   All I wanted was a Regal to glisten   And my kids would have meat in the kitchen and complete ammunition   It's a given once the people are driven that      [Chorus]      (Check it out now)      [Interlude - repeat 8X]   Get your work up! Get your work up!      [Boots]   We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust   The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed   The grieving is just, they're thieving from us   Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust   Appears unstable and under the table   We like free speech but we love free cable   We're taught from the cradle the Bill Gates fable   Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables   We have no excuses just great alibis   And poker faces you can't analyze   Our politicians sell our soul and our cries   With blood on their hands they can't sanitize   We're the have-nots, but we're also the gon'-gets   Not just talkin 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits   You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth   Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits      [Chorus]      (Check it out now)      [Chorus]      (Check it out now)      [Interlude]