[CT] It's about that time ^!$$%
[WC] For what?
[CT] Redo this mother$#&@er look I found it ^!$$%

[WC] Ahh hell naw ^!$$%!
[CT] Sheyitt


Now here we go, y'all gotta play this
Due to you (*##$-ass ^!$$%z I'ma maze this
rearranged funk and refreak the track

The Godfather of Underground Rap is back
Banged out the game as I ride with the Benji's
$#&@ off the hook, ^!$$% I'm off the $#&@in hinges

No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters
Coupe de Ville swoopers, looters and Stax loopers
I started off way back sick with a mentality

Wicked got down kickin it with the Syndicate
Just a lil' ^!$$% seein ways to get paid
Levi cordueroy saggin with french braids

No overnight success, no tinted windows
No limos, just a hungry ^!$$% doin demos
The year eighty-eight, the group was Low Pro

When ^!$$%z used to swerve on Lincoln's and Vogues
Loc these ^!$$%z ain't knowin about payin no dues, the %#@! I done been through
Gone through, put through, was bruised too so it's time to school these foes

Looka there, as I walk the rugged road of the path
I gets flashbacks, and thrash mash, enemies in my path
Hustler turn your page to nineteen eighty-nine

When a young ^!$$% first signed the dotted line, I was
bang bang, boogie with the music
Took the old funk track, and relooped it

Dropped "Payin Dues" for a small amount of cheddar
The name of the LP was "We In This Together"


[beeper sounds repeatedly]

[CT] Awww %#@!, what the $#&@ why you sto

[WC] Man this mother$#&@in pager keep goin off
Look I'm tired of these (*##$es!
[CT] Youse a cold ^!$$%!


[DJ scratches] "Noooo %#@!!"