"I can't forget or reject the sights of the ghetto, the smells of the ghetto, and especially the sounds of the ghetto, you know?"
[Cormega] Yo....my nigga JuJu what's up baby? (Psycho Les, Psycho Les) (JuJu, JuJu) [Cormega] Let's get this money, let's get hung ya na'mean? (big thugs, big thugs) niggas crazy man!
[Cormega] I'd rather die like a man and live a coward life At a night moving the fangs the crooked up and powered white You know me, I was OT Getting it lo' key, remembering what old timers told me The first law you wanna hold heat burst yours Props to seek have you sleeping in hurst doors The conversation indicated props are sharp He said he never hold many cause it might be marked It's like this give me mine or I'm a take what's yours Make love war, spray up doors, say no more Instead of picking weight up more, I'm picking mic's up Lounging on my mothers sofa, kicking my Nike's up Like Koobi Agi who could stop me Your coke is doodle papi My people said they need they cash back, cash that son I caught a flash back the crimes and the whip times change Niggas shine me, I sparkle like a diamond ring
[Hook] YOU CRAZY, thinking you gonna stop the rule (Psycho Les, Psycho Les) TOO LATE, we get your heart rate out control (JuJu, JuJu) THINK BIG, now live bigger baby that's the goal and maybe a little later, WE'LL BE HOT TO HOLD YOU CRAZY, thinking you gonna stop the rule TOO LATE, we get your heart rate out control Here's my outlook, bitches put out with no output cause see a little later, WE'LL BE HOT TO HOLD
[Psycho Les] Let me get a EQ (inaudible) up, beats is clear You say you flipping pies, you must work at a pizzeria No need to fear, The Nuts is here And it's about to be off the da hook this year Let the buzz in your ear, like the fuzz in your rear Every time you see me, I'm guzzling beer Blazing them trees, counting up gee's Old school on the pro to bouncing a beat What's my name? (He said) You know da game? (You fine) Every time I swing my fists I hit right (Right) The professional boxer, knock you out of ox-y-gen Now you out the game, ob-so-lete Hit you wit the shit you ain't used TA And (inaudible) snakes all in my head like Medusa But I won't let them get the best of me You can smell what I'm cooking but you can't have the recipe
[JuJu] Look homes, I'm trying uplift this shit Make history, something for the kids and shit Put my heart in my music for as long as I live Nigga the sound of the ghetto coming out of the crib Hard-core to art form bigger than rap All I know is that a lot of new niggas in crack Sounding like dummies man niggas should act It's wrong and where I come from biting is wack Maybe that's why niggas never walk through the hood They ask, there intentions never been any good Little bitch ass niggas if I catch them I would Put my foot up they ass man as far as I could
"Can the small talk fat man and let's get it on! Maestro if you will..."