[Bookie]
Get ta bustin like a well known glock
Get ta vibin', now you realizin' West coast get live wit the hip hop

And Phoen, feel me comin' through, $#&@in' wit the sound
Wit the ^!$$% Ke Ke, God he used ta checkin' out my CD
You feel me?

We 'bout ta rise wit love for the buck
So feel the ties when it's 3 combined, and double Kurupt
Paper is what I'm after

Talkin' 'bout this ^!$$% that's been known ta regulate
Lyrically gifted wit a passion
But hold up

Let out the vibe when I bloat up
Serve it up like tadow, who blowin' up now?
But son, this the season, go terminate your reasons

Makin' it hard ta believe, recognize the legiant
Believe in somethin' that Phoen ^!$$%s is decievin'
We seizin', ^!$$%s that bleed, $#&@ wit every reason

Let me get a breath, I said the peace
Y'all 'bout ta feel it
Faced wit a bigga size at the killin'


[Kurupt]
G'd up

Check it out
I gotta hustle, get my mutha$#&@in' hustle on, main
I bustin', not givin' a $#&@ who I'm bustin' on, main

G life wit the scope and the beamin'
Schemin' while y'all schemin', it seem like all y'all demons
You want my %#@!

Tryin' ta snatch everything I get
^!$$%, you just a pranksta
$#&@in' wit a gangsta

I told a (*##$ may change up and switch game
Like hoes, we in Monte Carlos
Rollin' by like $#&@ hoes

Rollin' by wit the homies and pistols in carloads
4's and switches, bounce around the corner bendin'
Tremendous G status, like a gangsta should

Pull the fools out and bang the hood
Dogg Pound gangstas, up ta no good
I'm a gangsta, and you're not

Capital G, blastin' off the balcony
Kurupt Young Gotti, not givin' a $#&@
Just laughin' and %#@!, fin ta start blastin' and %#@!

You ain't hard, you a punk ^!$$%
I got the gauge in the trunk, I'm 'bout ta dump ^!$$%


[Lil Ke Ke]
Check the lisp, whatever you do don't get me pissed
Ain't no doubt in my mind, you ^!$$%s don't respect this

Unlimited shot-caller, Texas rich baller
Lil Ke Ke the dun, I'ma lead, neva follow
Commission, I represent 'til my last breath

The only way out unless I'm dealin' wit death
It's 'bout the wealth, the fame, and even the glory
So young in the game that I'm tellin' the story

They can't ignore me
Me and Kurupt, we rip it up
This thug like Chuck, Fo' Life don't give a $#&@

We the realist, while the fakers be frontin'
Jam Dundy comission, we strait live paper huntin'
Ain't no stuntin'

Keepin' it real up in the side
Platinum rolex wit diamonds in the mind
You feel me, I'ma hole in dolla loaner

Texas ta Arizona, we'll leave ya in acoma

[Bookie]

Uh
I have this permanent disease
and have me barkin' everytime I'm talkin'

Seperate the bull%#@! wit a caution
Another germ mob ta realize that when I'm stalkin'
Know this ^!$$% hawkin', summarize the life when I be flossin'

Another story
No need for glory, $#&@ the fame, it's the same
If it put it down without the lights and TV's, enemies die
Won't see me sokin' up the game, 'bout ta bang
For the 9-9, betta know mine, surprise for the triple time

Feelin' the %#@! I'm spittin', be rippin', lyrically gifted
I'm sippin' Hen wit the Coca-Cola, and I'm on a mission
No love for hatas trippin', I'm dippin', forever whippin'
And pimpin', checkin' the microphone as I keep it hittin'
Anotha gut exploded, reload it, the bomb

Took the time ta quote it,
no question you thought it, we are now promote it
It's on and poppin' wit whateva's droppin, no stoppin'
The quandoe, puttin' mo' bounce up into the ounce