Man, "Ante Up" ^!$$%
Make these ^!$$%z kick in, punk-ass ^!$$%z BANG on 'em
Sheeeit... gotta get on these

Frontin, funny, funny-ass ^!$$%z

[Chorus]

I can see it, youse a jealous, mother$#&@er
It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, mother$#&@er
Look me in my eyes you pathetic, mother$#&@er

Cause %#@! only happens if you let it, mother$#&@er
You out to get a grip but you're doin the wrong %#@!
To get a grip you burn your bridge and sink ships mother$#&@er

$#&@in 'round here might get you chipped, mother$#&@er
The homies hittin lick after lick, mother$#&@er


[Kurupt]
The Crisis Center was just invaded
^!$$%z talkin 'bout Kurupt switched and traded

People talkin 'bout they don't like me no mo', I lost my flow
They liked me better on "Stranded on Death Row"
Gangbanging's a terrorist act, like whatever we do

they gon' lock us up wherever the terrorists at
They so-called RICO act, applaud and clap
Cause they applaud when ^!$$%z get clapped, but look

I can see it, youse a jealous, mother$#&@er
It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, mother$#&@er
Peep out the streets, you can't move without heat

To keep your empire imperial
From Pakistan to imperial, imperial mindframe
Must center your circle, the circle, of your center

Wisdom must control it's outer, and it's inner
I got a small message for you funny-ass ^!$$%z look


[Chorus]

[Roscoe]

Young whippersnapper, dippin in my Acura
For the young pistol packers, clip-slapper, click-clacker
Chip-stacker, whip-jacker, crib-crashed, kidnapper

Wig-basher, rib-cracker, ditch-digger, ditch a ^!$$%
(*##$ ^!$$%, y'all the ones that switched ^!$$%
So $#&@ y'all, now it's guns and clips ^!$$%

And y'all don't see it, you $#&@in with the wrong two
We movin units and you just been $#&@in with the wrong crew
And I can see it, youse a envious mother$#&@er

My enemy mother$#&@er not no friend to me, no kin to me
So it's simple don't be tryin to pretend to be mother$#&@er
Repercussions consequences and penalties mother$#&@er

I ain't never a punk, my beretta's in the trunk
So whenever when it, jump, I'll be the first to dump
Paranoid, I can't walk to the curb without my tec

And it's so many murders that I regret, from jealous-ass ^!$$%z

[Chorus]


[Lil' Fame]
Yo, yo, it's the M dot O dot P, mother$#&@er

The K-U, R-U-P-T, mother$#&@er
Chin check ^!$$%, it's 'bout to get hectic
To all race and creeds, foreign or domestic (M.O.P. ^!$$%)

Now, tell me, if you wanna ride
In the backseat of a Caddy, {?} brought you to a side
Think it over for what it's worth

Before you get yo' $$# tossed into the big black earth

[Billy Danze]

Oh! Live from the 'Ville, it's your boy Bill Digga
^!$$% will you get the $#&@ back 'fore we kill ya
Y'all know what's up, we doin it with Kurupt

The flow slow disco, ^!$$% let's go
We put it down like, sound like (NOW LET'S RIDE ON OUT)
Still shake the ground like (NOW LET'S RIDE ON OUT)

When there's a conversation about O.G.'s
Make sure you mother$#&@ers remember the M.O.-P's


[Chorus]

[Kurupt ad libs to end]