Featuring Harm, Too $hort *(Radio personality talking)*
Really hasn't been brought up too clearly. The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed.
*(Too $hort talking)*
Yeah we want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't About this.
*(Yukmouth talking)*
The media hypes up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough Praise when everything is going good.
*(Too $hort talking)*
We should juss do a cut, don't even mention no beef or nothing, juss Drop it on 'em.
*(Numskull talking)*
You know it's politics, that made it sound like that. But it's all Unified you see it's all Jesus.
*(Too $hort)*
BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!!
*(Too $hort talking)*
Man what's it all about? Ain't about shit. Nigga call me up talking About, man it's on. Your niggaz fucking wit my niggaz an it's on. Nigga What we fronting for? If it ain't about this money, ain't about this Life an death nigga, shit, what's really going on?
Verse 1 *(Too $hort)*
Jumped all in a niggaz face front him on tha spot, Don't cross the game, unless ya wanna get shot, But who made the rules do you recall?, Who's the judge when it comes to this street law?, Is it me?, You?, Or is it my crew?, My niggaz get down, yo niggaz do too, Mutha fuckaz try to tell me don't fuck my life, Cuz ain't nuthin nice, Ya gotta pay the price, Ya know them dudes, Walkin in them same shoes, It's brand new to you, But the game is used, I got it from them old niggaz, They so cool, Now we juss roll through, All the hoes know who, Ball in yo town, Don't front, it's too little, Cuz fake ass niggaz get punked fo your riddles, So what's it all about, Think about it later, To all you real gangstaz, An all you perpitrators.
Chorus *(Harm)* x2
You've, Got me funkin,(funkin) Over nuthin man,(funkin man) Why ya wanna funk wit me??
(Speak on it boy!)
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh. Sometimes you step in some shit you can't get out of, Niggaz who talk hella shit, Is who I'm quick to sock the shit out of, Sniff powder, wit all yo hoes off my door, Got em froze like pocino, Ya spendin all yo doe, On the average ass, Stanky ass, Run a gank ass, fuck everybody fast, Juss an Oakland ass hoe, Now I know why niggaz wanna knock you out like glass Joe, All that playa hatin shit, ain't asked fo, You must got problems wit niggaz makin they cash flow, You baffled, You mutha fuckin youngstaz, So go wit your old ass flow, I gots ta have jaw-jacked hoe, Cuz some of niggaz wonder, Why us playaz do this, I'm under, Caught up in some shit I didn't have nuthin to do wit, The truth is, You know my funk is through, Fuckin ride fo a nigga, If that nigga ain't gonna do shit, Ya wanna be ass pimp, Gettin yo ass whipped is like an every year event. BITCH!! Dig it.
Chorus *(x2)*
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
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