Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche
And tell 'em to pick up ya
Don't call Pharocon to squash it
Better yet call the sheriff
And the coroner's of fice
Tell 'em there's a dead body
I would proceed with caution
These motherfucka's really think
He sold a couple records now
But I ain't stopped battling,
Off rhymes for free 'cuz y'all
I still got the hunger pains
When me and 9th were both
splittin' cans of StarKist
Arguing about who LP was the hardest
And a hand full of CD's ready
A year later hooked up with
Now everybody play our records
Eastcoast getting the loot
Westcoast, ready to shoot
Get ourselves while they call
Phonte Taylor made for the game
y'all just following suits
Hey yo the animals, ready for war,
Play the CD or tape and then rewind that
You want beef motherfucker
bitch nigga better find that)
We animals, ready for war,
Murs 3:16 meets Foreign Exchange
Keep ya ear to the speaker,
Welcome to the next level,
Felize done hooked up with
Skip the sidekick, I'm a nextel nigga
If I hit ya on the chirp,
with a verse you better roger that
Picture word- perfect from the land
Trying to get some money with
some pussy on the side of that
Never have to ask where my
But when fake gangstas try
to find where them dollars at
Go to any city where there's pretty
The illest in your state,
than your grandfather's father
'Te I know it gotta hurt a man
they stand by the slaughter
Get rocked on the airwaves but not for play
If my heart should stop and I drop today
Hey yo the animals, ready for war,
You want beef motherfucker
bitch nigga better find that)
We animals, ready for war,
So let me know where ya mind at? (what!)