Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal "We Are At War") Ding Ding round two I got my lunch and my dinner, You we gon bow down to some punk ass niggaz We the evil side, boy
Chorus: B-Real [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
In about four seconds some west niggaz Is put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10 I suggest you stay muthafuckas
verse] It two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you "No Vaseline" You be the big fish your drama Fuck mama I'll the pack of piranhas You to pull a ditty, ho But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your You get You can take your four fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and it my fucken side ass is a of the past If I got no nuts it's because i made up 4 da ladies i'm the of punks of busters King of Now i'ma get down of my knees (Shag: Bow Down) to sucking
You try to remake NWA Dre and Ren Dub's But fuckin' up with Mack 10 Silly philly I'm back Can you really see my gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little How can I I'll twist your cap and take your it My name be Mack 11 I'm a higher MC There's no Anytime you run up You get with You get "Check Yo' self" (bitch it) Ice Cube, you tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka) Muggs made the best songs on your album (biatch!)
Talkin'] You and 10 Can't deal with Cypress Hill to the fullest Fuck So wanna do? Bring it on, This is from the Neighborhood Family
verse] i'ma ma mama's dick But what you faggets know some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin) Let's take it to the And fight real g's What you wanna do? You fuck with these Ain't had a strap Now you gangsta rap Come can't to hood 'Cause you're to get jacked peace, this is war Everybody on the I see your fat ass I'm one to your jaw me Fuck ma Fuck ma whole Better yet, fuck every nigga that i'm wit' Can't bitch made niggaz lik der r on da east Ice Cube, youse an Not a muthafuckin' neighborhood you from? What you ever done? When the shit down You the one to run you talk Got a mouth of drama Only you done Is going to wit'cha mama
verse] You got the Swingi' of my Cube Break niga, huh! Dick-a You a killa You a Bitch made I never trust maself "Can't 'em"-- ladies you can't figure out where you're from Are you from South Central, the or Compton? 10, the only thing you hoggin' on Is Ice Cube's Now all in your guts You like him But you got no If the king You be the queen of the Hill But I the Cube's fine neck 'Cause "A Iz A Bitch" And a bitch don't get no No east side Connections i'm ma dick in ma momma's mouth (Aahhh!) All of your homies are down my clique Why you gotta be bitin' my shit And you don't know one bitch on my But is best get a blood test for your kid Only you done was with toy figures Your mama wouldn't let you With real g your clique on You scrap So get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!) me I give a year I i'll realize i'm getting' fucked And i'll run to some niggaz some little trick look real (Mmmm!) dwm should make me one of dem real niggaz I'm no fictional Scarface land bullshit Actor, gangsta You should win an For most outstanding wax what you been through What you're through Side family, nigga What you do?
westside! That's nigga! muthafuckin' side we die, nigga! Fuck all you ass niggaz!
Any other punk ass Who wanna take beat We hit niggaz up like We bicoastal, Cypress family better recognize We to chastise Nigga, bangin' That's how we hoo nigga No love for none of ya'll ass niggaz west coast nigga, coast We give a fuck Talk shit get shot, how we feel, nigga get killed, Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Yeah, I thought you nigga I represent How that sound nigga They're fuck all ya'll biggaz (: "You got knocked the out man...)