[Trigga?]
  Yeah, yeh what the deal dog
  [Where you from?]
  BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG
  Yeah what the dealy
  Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
  Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best
  Dogg Pound's the best
  
  Verse 1: Trigga
  
  Mic accurate, trade darts TL
  Slight tint DL, quick flash
  Smooth as a baby's ass,
  Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage
  And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos
  Transactions, C-notes for the kilos
  'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey
  Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring
  Get mashed out initiation face slashed out
  Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar
  Eye on me, feds spy on me
  It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof
  Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof
  Ease up on the over proof
  Level head the liable and leave ya for dead
  Fill fulla lead
  Incidents, classified accidents
  No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays
  I guess it's the American ways
  Far from slaves,
  Yet behind bars and cage
  Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage
  
  Verse 2: Baby S
  
  It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
  See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin'
  I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange
  Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same
  Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws
  Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they draws
  Y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half
  Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash
  My intention to smash fast plex on elevators
  Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader
  I'm major now, women hit me on my pager
  While I'm puffin' on the bombay,
  The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way
  And rule one, never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay
  
  Hook:
  
  Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC
  Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  
  If you see me in the NYC
  Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  
  Verse 3: Short Khop
  
  Got the session on lockdown
  Make way for the cocked pound
  Best to give it all you got now fool
  For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture
  Run up and extort ya
  Abort ya missions,
  Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat
  Where the bomb at, chop up on that
  Niggas I been there and done that
  Catch a contact
  By drainin', try trainin'
  Holla when you've perfected ya aimin'
  Ready for a taming
  And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
  Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up
  No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest
  Anything to the left of monotonous
  Mister Khopadopalous,
  Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent
  Any nigga second guessin' keep his face opened
  
  Verse 4: Kurupt
  
  Check it out, got games, crackle
  Clash of the titans up against the crackin'
  Come to fuck you up, stuck you up
  Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt
  What the fuck you want?
  All at you motherfucking small fry small guy
  Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats
  Blast wid a small gat
  Run, and bust till his lungs collapse
  And hit the corner pocket
  But first strip his pockets
  He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture
  See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush
  And the board and the paper and paint a picture
  You shootin' and got shot
  We shoot ya, Drex Luthor
  ?Then pull pens to report to zoopers?
  I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass,
  Double bags caught cash
  Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
  Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop
  
  Hook:
  
  When you see me wid the DPG
  Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  
  And if you see me in the ING
  Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  
  Verse 5: El-Drex
  
  Yo, yo, verbal seizures
  Coming from the black Johnny Fever
  You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her
  We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder,
  At this point you realise that you ain't really need her
  Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot
  Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it
  Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it
  Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate
  A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing
  When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing
  But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me
  They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey
  Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys
  We throw things, I got a arm like Testa Verdy
  It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive
  Betta contact ya physician for over dosage
  You lost ya focus, realise what you get
  A little bit of good shit
  And alot of bullshit,
  Now you wounded,
  So you got exactly what you earned
  You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return
  
  Hook:
  
  When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E
  Just walk on by, just walk on by
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  
  If you see me in the NYC
  Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Before you fuck up my high
  Fuck up my high
  
  [Alot of mixed up talkin' & shoutin']
  
  All I wanna say,
  FUCK THESE NIGGAS MAN!
  Yo, first of all,
  After all this is over,
  We still all go to sleep,
  And we still wake up in the morning,
  So give thanks to God,
  Cause he loves us
  For real, for real