(feat. Madame D, Two On Da Road)

[Hook: Madame D]

Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that %#@! !@$!ed


[Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)]
(Bob Digi) Sun Zeini

(P. Sunn) 12 O'Clock
Two On Da Road on this (12 O'Clock)
I love my brother to death

(That old hip-hop, catch this)
(Hot Nix', you know? Big tits)


[12 O'Clock]
I love my brother to death, ^!$$% #~!!@ to the rest
Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest

A (*##$ named Celeste
I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check
She had some big $$# breasts

I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets
A ^!$$% high off a dime from Gates and Best
Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex

I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex
I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck
Remember Portland had Clyde Drex'

Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet
Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash
I move like days in a week

^!$$%z don't know the face and names on my teeth
^!$$%z carry a cold piece, and separate the heat
Ain't scared of the mother$#&@in police


[RZA]
Yo, yo

Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab
Six ^!$$%z, six (*##$es, two fifths and eight bags
One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic

And two ^!$$%z hooked on #~!!@
And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson

Still cut class and played hookey
Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies
Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks

Big forehead, had ears like Spock
He was mightier than a truckload of gats
And bound to make a (*##$### in six minutes flat


[Raekwon]
What up kid? Stay livin

Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen
And you survived ninth innin
The hood got us off the prop without women

All my ^!$$%z that ride that provide to the end of this

[Madame D]

Ain't nothin but the real, yeah
Ain't nothin but the real
Ain't nothin but the real, yeah

Million dollar deals, rollin on Chrome Wheels

[Prodical]

Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (Ain't nothin but the real)
This one's on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah, uh-huh


We gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life
While the we rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice

Made men think twice about the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the world to hear
Write it for my fam who not here who do care

Glance and stare, why when you can't compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare

Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap
Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat

Two On Da Road, got them (*##$es screamin, "Who Dat?"
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that

[Hook]


[Madame D]
Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital
He's a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no
Live it up, live it up

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Hook]

[Outro: Prodical *over Madame D's singing*]

Bang us in ya Jeeps
Shaolin! Bobby Digital
Uh-huh, Sunn who?
Yeah
Haha! Yeah!
Get that money y'all

Get that money y'all
Get that money y'all
Shout in pain
Uh-huh, yeah
Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin