Yo stop the tape, hold on
It's not a game, it's going down
We ain't playing wit y'all
And we doing this for the, two-thousand-and-one, let's rock
E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it
Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
This the only record in the crate
The only shit worth playing
Swizz got niggas screaming "Dog, you O-Din"
You know me and Drag fit tight
But that goes without saying
See you stalling on the floor
Scared thug, can't enjoy ya cash
Crabs that ain't got nothing to add
Ladies, this one's for you
Get ya party flowing right now
Get the tag, yeah he eat that
Then fuck 'em, you ain't need that
So niggas where yo ladies at?
Ladies where yo niggas at?
Killers where yo clickers at?
Took it, I won't give it back
Swallow this Cris while I
Get you where yo ribs is at
And yeah thats how I spit 'em tracks
They make you wanna get a rest
Treat you like you stole a pack
You probably never sold crack, now can I get a soul clap?
Ya funny fagots like Bernie Mac in +Life+
Lets see y'all make it past the gun line
Ya want it, come take mine
Breaker, breaker, one, nine