[Intro: WC]   Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang   Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang   Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang      [Ice-T]   Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at   niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes)   Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?)      [Ice-T]   Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit   The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand   The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in   Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma      [Chorus: Ice-T]   It's either them or us, niggas that bust   Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side   Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound   Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!      [Ice-T]   It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out   Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out   Set the shit off with the full clips   Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch?   Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it   I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets   tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit   Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid      [Chorus: Ice-T]   It's either them or us, niggas that bust   Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side   Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound   Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!   It's either them or us, niggas that bust   Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side   Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound   Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!      [El Sadiq]   Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot   And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots   Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen   Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down   Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes   You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes   Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious   You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious   Claimin' that you got juice with an ultimate ??   But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love   You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?   FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame   I represent Castor - bring it to you live   But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's livin' lies   No alibi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun   You wanna run? Plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun   You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop   My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop   My nigga ICE, twice as nice   El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics      [Chorus: Ice-T]   It's either them or us, niggas that bust   Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side   Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound   Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!   It's either them or us, niggas that bust   Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side   Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound   Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!      [Powerlord JEL]   You wanna get live? Start scaubblin' with the bald-heads   callin' them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds   That's the blue and red who be dead   when the sunrise come six in the mornin'?   I'm maxin' like a wiseguy   Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body   Everytime my poet thug at a party   Ya wanna step to T, go through JEL first   But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed   Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil   No more solitary cause we mashin' in a Benzo   Next who gettin' hitters talkin' shit cause we bit 'em   Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter   You a quitter - but I'ma bomb steady   If I was out of slugs, look out for Machette   from ear to ear homes, it's clear, you'll be bleedin'   Not me motherfucker lifestyles I've been devin'      [Chorus: Ice-T]   It's either them or us, niggas that bust   Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side   Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound   Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!   It's either them or us, niggas that bust   Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side   Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound   Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!      [Outro: Ice-T]   Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga   JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga   You niggas really don't wanna get down   Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down   Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!!   Seventh...