[P.O.S.:] Sorry I took so long, yeah There ain't nobody to be pretty for a fuck it, let it rattle Let the clatter kill 'em, let the cataclysm wash Who
live it If they aint made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, i used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga
car so they shuffle believe me when the beef's with me the D's huddle coming all of the wood but that shit don't rattle the hood Corona teach a nigga
in the game Lil bro what's your name Bad Boy from the C-L-I-K with A on the DL, so where's the P-O's Duckin down on the mothafuckin side cause they're
a fool. Excalibur Destroying M.C.?s with my Vocal algebra. We got something new for you. For you to take your ass and move it to. Hit to lose it to It?s
need a bigger truck Don't set up now, bitch, my bitch, let me get a nut Wash your teeth when we got beef, I see you'se a bigger smut Figure it's MC, the
-L-B's) rockin it rockin it yes he is rockin it (Tito's) rockin it yes he is rockin it (Mike C!) rockin it yes he is rockin it (ha hu-hah!) (Peso!) rockin
of niggaz, that ain't scared to shoot you Go on strike if you like, cause this snake gon rattle If it's beef in the Tex, it better be cattle Trying to
me up, let's go, let's go This what it is Bo! bo! bo! bo! Yea yea yea [x5] Yeah, welcome to all school hip-hop That's right [Chorus:] I'm not old
Let's go, let's start the show Contracts and dough, you came to hear Kris Let's go, let's start the show Watch how I flow, you came to feel this Let's
it's time To grip nines, to rip behind enemy lines Where it's ruthless, and get the troopers that think it's somethin sweet M.O.P. niggaz was raised
it real. Let's show dem what de deal is. Let's show dem what time it is. It's Shystie! Let's go! Oi! 'ey, lissen up, Don't get f*cked up, I got Fu'
money are make your trunk rattle Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing house parties Rap contests at Booker T'S, man it was everybody snatching it taking it
Marley Marl, that's right New skool, true skool, old skool, all skool Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, get in this Aight, turn me up, let's go, let's go This what
are make your trunk rattle Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing house parties Rap contests at Booker T'S, man it was everybody Snatching it taking it
that got me goin Yung's steady flowin and Im steady what blowin gots to pass it that Po-yo cause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do it This aint '94
a puff And I let it play 'cause Dre's getting funky enough It's getting funky, it's getting funky It's getting funky, it's getting funky It's getting funky, it's
