(feat. Wali World)

[Wali World]

Uhh.. 'nother one of them things
It's another one of them things
Yeah, yeah, feel me

Yeahh, c'mon, ya feel me?
They gon' feel this, check it
One two check me out uhh


We Ghetto Dwellas rollin with "Goodfellas," that's Power Rule
On tracks, commitin murder like my name was Ja Rule

"Holla Holla," you're out of bounds $#&@in with World
And Carter, Carter - you want beef? It's not a problem
Red-dot 'em, @@#! back, blast and shot 'em

D.O.A., just to show 'em we don't play
Smoke weed all day, me, Craig, and [?]
Catch me in the Benz gettin head in the whip

and not crashin it, while y'all ^!$$%z can't get a date
That be the same reason why ^!$$%z hate
Yo we goin platinum, Wali World out to get the papes

$#&@ the album, got ^!$$%z buggin off the snippet tape
I +Dig in the Crates+, and make tracks hotter than lava
One love to Khalid, Kenyatta

And Trigger Tone, when you get home, we got it sewn
Like Bones, I let you rock my three G stones


[A.G.]
Yo word to Arthur Ashe, serve these fools and spark the hash
Yo World let's get these mills, cut the half

Roll with ladies that pack, plus baby got back
Gotta pay me to rap, the Larry Davis of rap
In fact, my value now is past a mill'

Wanna sign me for half-a-mill I'll give you half for real
Pass the pill, drop hot ones that last until
Straight dirt, y'all #~!!@ ^!$$%z clean with Massengil

Wanna star with a dick attached, I'll show 'em one
Run trizzies like Joe and 'em, I @@#! the M-1
Get busy when I'm holdin one

So many rounds I get dizzy when I'm loadin 'em
Front, then I'm sober son


[Chorus: Wali World]
Do you got my tape kid, you better get it
Aiyyo I got the fat %#@!, so get with it

Aiyyo you got the CD, you better get it
Aiyyo I got the fat %#@!, so get with it, c'mon


[Chorus Two: Wali World]
Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone
Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone

Don't stop (don't stop) I'm not finished yet
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet
Back to the lab (to the lab)

...
Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone
Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone


[A.G.]
See me? Throw it up when I rolls up

CD? Twenty-fo' bucks with only fo' cuts
Screw courts, them havocs get cut short like Newports
Out of towners call me New York, Yank hat with a smooth walk

I came with my ^!$$%z; new topics mixed with blue chronic
Don't rock it - I'ma blame y'all ^!$$%z
For sleepin on the boobonic, 15 minus two dollars

So hurry and cop it - I entertain y'all ^!$$%z
I spit flames on these other rappers
Lyrically see me as madness, I'll touch them !@$)gots

They don't have it, plus them average, crush them !@$(s
with one lines, bust 41 times like one-time
And it'll still be no crime, from Japan back to London

I have 'em runnin cause these raps is stunnin
Honey $$# is pumpin, so throw the L's up
And after the show I'm smashin somethin, get dirty baby


[Chorus: w/ minor variations]

[Chorus Two]


[Wali World]
Don't stop (don't stop)...
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet
Back to the lab (to the lab)
...

Don't touch this, ah ah...
... microphone
Kick a hole in the speaker...
We're, back to the lab (to the lab)...
Don't touch this, ah ah...


Out of bounds in here
With my ^!$$% A.G. in here
G.D., we get dirty