*(Ric Roc talking)*
Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all waitin for. That shit that slap yo mama she the average stank hoe bitch. (I'm comin!)
Can't you smell them bodies fried (I'm comin!) Oooooh, you never lied (How we comin'!) Somebody said we comin high (How we comin!) Oooooh, you ain't never lied (juss sit back an nigga) (I'm comin)
1 *(Black C)*
Check these we deliver makin the rapper shiver a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him blows to the brain Mike and despite them faulty ass who try to cross me smel of coffee, 'cause burnin I'm gettin that like Mike Vernon ya learin, we teachin, you reapin what yo soul, see the whole is gettin heavy now ya ready, to pull a I'm a switch pullin yo black down I put my mash down so now you know dog in me maybe hog in me got me runnin around wit no love an actin thuggishly but I'm comin my nigga Ric Roc the glock, now we dumpin we
2 *(Big Lurch)*
Comin, brain wit no assumptions I'm ready to ruin if you it, come get it I'm bumpin wigs, get split quick, wit this, you don't understand this ain't yo man fact I'm a buck, buck, buckin an leavin you shell an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions no disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters and the worse you been cursed, in a and watchin all you lay down to your knees and worryin for purgerin, an disturbin 'em hit the and then we sweet back to the to get a lil bit mo pervin.
3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)*
I'm one of the mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderin and didn't nobody to go and bury him.
I'm walkin down the street wit a an my loons to be played in this game I'm hurtin 'em.
*(Chorus)*
*(Ric Roc during chorus)*
Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will from near and far, juss to out who we are. We are... RBL. Big Lurch, Hitman, Mystikal, is how we comin.
4 *(Hitman)*
Now who these niggaz always frontin like talkin our back to confront the strap, we can let it all react or we can 10 paces back, and watch your brains collapse or we can handle this like gentlemen and juss try and cross me like longitude, I show no gratitude to nigga wit an attitude I gets to fools hittin roofs like, Rictor you get calls, I make house calls like Roto-Rooter hoes be ridin my dick a scooter maybe we swerve fuck around wit these on the curb I get the bullets reserved the always tryin to tell me what my title bout get served, it don't take like rocket to figure this out I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics when I have this my clicks got like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits you to bits these is bad for your health so put a quarter in yo ass, 'cause you played self.
5 *(Mystikal)*
Nasty vomit, mildew, I'm the violentest I make the most advanced hightech state of the art sound childish no how hard you try, you can't come no where round us even if you scream at the top of lungs (AHHH!) I'm a still be the HAAAAAAAAA! hand full of ain't gonna get hurt rest of y'all niggaz gettin red and hot tamales it's the nigga that's gonna be tighter grip plyers like Richard Pryor I came down here, fixin to yo head don't try an on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what I mouths get ooh you you gonna get rushed put it together, wiped out and brushed up comin from the bottom of sound to the occassion ain't no fuckin past time BITCH AN OCCUPATION! So fool you talkin bout, where my money? Or wit my fist down yo mutha throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!
*(Chorus)*
*(Ric Roc during chorus)*
An I swam, all the way the shark infested waters of New Orleans, to the Golden Gate Bridge, an I've never playas like this. Spittin game all the way Dallas, Texas, all the way to Alabama. Hate, money and Ric Roc. We have Big Lurch, RBL, and nigga Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.
I'm comin! How we comin! x2