作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman

作词 : Frederick J. Tipton

My brother said,"Don't say that"

I said,"F*ck that, I'm gon' get a whoopin' anyway!

It don't make no goddamn difference."

F*ck that, I'm not goin' to find sh*t

What your mom say?"Take the garbage out, what the f*ck?"

(Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherf*cker

Take the garbage out

Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, n*gga, what

Yeah

Yeah-yeah

Finna up the flows to the God level, n*gga, what

Yeah, check-check

Yeah, mic check-check

Yeah, n*gga, check-check

Yeah, b*tch, check-check

Yeah, yeah

Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (Yeah)

Hit a b*tch with that extended clip or that revolver

Sh*t'll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)

Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby

I can smell the 'caine burnin'

Michael Jordan, 1985, b*tch, I travel with a c*caine circus

Put them F'in Xs on your clowned ass

Catch a n*gga up and leave him down bad

I go get a pack and take a n*gga town

And f*ck his b*tches with my out-of-town ass

Bomb on n*ggas like Nagasaki

Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi

Drop the check on the b*tch

Man, these n*ggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis

B*tch, I f*ck up your face with a razor

How I make sure your motherf*ckin' family can't view your body

N*gga thuggin' and sh*t, put my blood in this sh*t

Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)

Joe Pesci, push your product

You n*ggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic

On the run like Assata, so f*ck the police

As a n*gga be chillin' in the hotbox (Hoppin' out the box)

Police caught him with a whole thang

Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'

Gangland, made a lane in it

Dip my name in it, it's some gang murder

All my reps in the crack files, b*tch, I got 'em up out the vault

I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them contenders off (Them contenders off)

Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby

I can smell the 'caine burnin'

Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder

1985, Michael Jordan, b*tch, I travel with a c*caine circus

Flow God level, like when HOV speak

I make a song weep, I got the game hurt

B*tch, yeah-yeah

Flow God level, like when HOV speak

I make a song weep, I got the game hurt

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, check-check

Check-check

Mic check-check

Check-check

N*ggas need a check-check, yeah

We got everybody in the house, tonight

I'll wait for my DJ to get ready

Nah