(feat. Nowl)
(All right, is everybody ready (YEAH!))
(Alright now, here we go)


Nationowl divides this bomb to blow
Adios serials worldwide

Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver
to break down the speed
While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped

and stole the ground beneath they feet
Far from the bail, still makin my sales
Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel

takin over, no doubt
Like thongs, they $$# out but win amounts with the Doctor
Dre, all day cash his cheques

Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!)
Nationowl's defence covers my $$#
and team o' outcast ^!$$%s who're quick to blast

Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on
MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at ^!$$%s?)


[Chorus:]

Pledge a legiance to my team

Let's scheme, ^!$$%, we gots ta get CREAM
Cos worldwide %#@!'s outta control
Why you can't get down with Nationowl

Young and old, my ^!$$%s who's on parole
Why you can't get down with Nationowl
(*##$es who own, my ^!$$%s whose heart is cold

Why you can't get down with Nationowl

Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock

still fully loaded, @@#!ed the handgun
Composed like the Phantom
while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely

(*##$es who never duck me, "Nowl loved me"
In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy
Assholes around like a frisby

And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley
History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way
tryin ya hardest to delay

My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?*
Lyrics bone shatterin
Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella

What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin
Now we're strippin ^!$$%s like a Chippendale
I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale


[Chorus]


In the last days, which side will you be on?
Nationowl's on the side that I beat on
I demand put me on

From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on
My %#@! be bumpin like in-grown hair
For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare

^!$$%, I see more green than St. Patrick
Pro actors, game of life with no practice
Controllin craps like I had a remote

It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb
No joke, much over I scold
It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats

Best believe that these are our last years
Prepare or get done from the rear
As we move there, where? The final frontier

United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer

[Chorus]


Are you wit me East Coast?
Are you wit me West Coast?

Are you wit me?
Are you wit me?
Are you wit me West Coast?

Are you wit me East Coast?
Are you wit me?
Are you wit me?