text: From the east coast ballers to the west coast riders
  DJ U-Neek and Violator presents
  The ghettos top dogs. Ha ha ha...
  Were standing strong
  So come on 
  Get your flow on 
  I went from construction Timbs to Acs with rims
  Flippin mixtapes
  To bitches feedin me grapes
  Peep my mind state
  Big Poppa flow is lethal
  That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
  Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range 
  My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
  Blindfold you when you step in the car
  Thats that superstar status apparatus
  More wins than Cassius
  Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9
  Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline 
  I want a presidential Roley 
  So I crush MCs to guacamole makin Robin scream Holy Moley! Big Poppa, fuck a cape Im that Paper Crusader
  Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer
  I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
  So its me, myself and I know, my own Lord and master
  When your ass was born it was all on the loan and
  When its time to die youll be all alone so
  Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and
  Start takin care of your own, nigga
  Everybodys schemin with the nature of a sinner
  So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
  I gots to fight back against the powers that be
  Cause the powers that be be tryin to fight me
  Standin at the crossroads but I wasnt by myself
  Some take the right and some take the lefts, but
  Lo and behold, what do I see?
  In the distance, some resistance
  Well, I travel the land like my man in Kung Fu
  Moshin up this hip hop scene with my Digable crew
  Now you and I know the science so dont front
  Cause Brooklyn wont front, naw, we dont front
  In fact, its gettin like a daily operation
  Cee Knowledge born represents my young nation
  And Im facin opposition in every form
  So my man choose Squad 7, ours is on the swarm
  Like crazily cause it dont pay to be
  A black man in the land of mental slavery
  They say cash rules everything around me, true
  So what I gotta do to be as lavish as you?
  I dont roll with no crew that do the same ol same
  So I travel the seventh plane by the way of Coltrane
  And thats an ill thought, niggas get caught in my wisdom
  Because the number sevens like the master of a rhythm
  It aint surprisin these motherfuckers still hatin
  They must dont know, I aint that nigga to be played with
  Its been stated, way back in 88
  That a nigga like Mikell stomp the head of a snake
  My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
  And fakes fell when my heat made a sound
  Now, all the non-believers gonna fall
  When my niggas make the fuckin final call
  We started out small, now we got it steppin nationwide
  1995, how many heads are gonna fly?
  With that rootin tootin southside shootin
  Bootin any nigga who aint troopin with Huey Newton
  Fuck disputin when its time for a change
  Nigga what you gon do when we rearrange the game?
  Blow em out the frame with new ideas
  Wes about the gang lyrics, puttin it down out here
  Were standing strong
  So come on 
  Get your flow on 
  I step in the jam with the God on my side
  And the God S.T. is still waitin in the ride, so I
  Step to the DJ and tell the DJ, Yo throw the wax on
  How many MCs must get dissed?
  The mist from the blunt smoke decides whos next on my list
  Can you feel the hiss from the snake movin my direction?
  No U-turn, youre gettin burned from the sun in my intersection 
  The God has spoken, sword strokin
  If you think you ready for a fair one, pay your token
  On my soul train, control your brain
  Buck Town representative break it down like a key of cocaine
  Straight from the lab
  And I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs
  Fuck it 
  Huh, its that Funkdelic, Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it 
  Fuck the vest, niggas better start puttin on helmets
  I roam the streets where theres no peace, relax
  Funk comin in stacks, bullets hummin from gats
  So I duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck
  Im jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
  That caused the ruckus, then I fix a few stitches
  Bladow! Blast my style pack like Luke bitches
  I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame
  Like Liu Kang burning your membranes when the wind change
  Mad explicit when splifted, my scriptures
  Leavin your mic boney like that Tales of The Crypt bitch
  All yall niggas suck my balls one time
  While I unwind, now Im bustin your ass counter clockwise
  I get dumb, but dumber, while your vision blurred
  For all the loo-hoo, za-hurrs
  Ayo, mayday mayday! Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
  Fuck a drag 
  Yeah, its the low down and Im low-key, The O.G
  Niggas know me , so take it easy like Moby
  The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal
  On the subliminal watch what your women do
  All the bitches wanna know why the frames I 
  Thats just the Glock, that glare from the 
  Bear witness 
  Precaution too severe 
  Yeah, creep around, bro, on the down low
  Let off a round slow And leave you in a puddle 
  Breaker breaker one nine
  cause It aint no sunshine, it aint no sunshine
  Its like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Its like that
  Hey yo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped
  I grabs the mic and do what the fuck I want
  Ill outlast any blunt, White Owl, Philly, or a Dutch Master
  Raw like a natural disaster
  As I crack ya, ass like cheap plaster
  I might bash ya, while my tongue lash ya
  When the Rock rolls I crash ya, leave ya like a car wreck
  Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tech
  And I slash ya, after Im sure that youre ghost
  I go see my bro with the fro and we toast
  All the punks pon the planet, plus every single fool
  Cause without all of yall, Helter Skelter wouldnt rule
  And we do
  Puttin your shit to tha pave, endin up meetin the gauge
  Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazed
  But they never did phase Bone
  My deadly pistol brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
  Put em all in a coffin, ya dearly departed, better off
  Been labeled a psychopath, fall down with a buck and a blast, when given my chance
  You niggas who fearin my sawed-off, put me to rest, so fast to blast
  So if you thinkin of kickin it, you best be packin your shit you bitch
  Not that it makes a difference, cause Im mowing you down with the quickness
  Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin em once again
  And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend
  But see what they win is that MAC-10
  Theres never another to go with a brother, Ill smother a sucker
  And go undercover, we leave em in gutters, they claim to get down
  But come through with the sucka that squealed on the murder?
  Creep with the street sweeper
  When I reap I pray the bulletll put in much work
  Put in much dirt, wet shirt, puttin the bullet just where it hurts and umm..
  Wit a me Tech I stepped up, runnin wit a buck
  Po-Pos wont let a me duck, gonna be a set up, wet up
  Get em when I get em, Bone dont let up
  Were standing strong
  So come on 
  Get your flow on 
  Ayo, Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre
  Rollin on Crews like Pirellies on Acuras
  If you dont believe my steez is real
  You can check the emptiness of my Glock nine mil
  It dont matter which way you come
  I still be the nigga callin shots with the gun
  I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run
  None, Is about to fuck with the sun Mally G
  I never kick a rhyme for free
  Function rap skills, I come live like T.V. 
  For all of yall, I come across to be real
  With super shit like Fall Guy
  And lines to make them all die
  Infrared beams, mind full of schemes
  95 until, keep it real, get the cream 
  Hey you, dont you dare give me no type of argument
  All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
  Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
  Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
  You better believe every time we come, we come hard
  The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
  Now every time I turn around my people start subtractin
  They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin
  Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it
  Right before you lose it, Ima hit you with my music
  Im frying up shit sizzling like cyanide
  Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, ha!
  Those who commit the ultimate crimes
  Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
  Get yo shit drawers up out my hamper
  Young survivalist represent the next Black Panther
  Where you from, fool? 
  Bustin caps on that ass, real niggas stay hard
  Sex and ass like the man Uncle Sam
  The hardest motherfucker recorded on Past Scam
  And when I die, please bury me a G
  The fascia was, and bright flowers aint necessary
  I fantasize dead bodies in a creek
  Wake up in the morning screamin murder in my sleep
  Im goin crazy, Lord have mercy
  A hellraisin thug, somebody save me
  Were standing strong
  So come on 
  Get your flow on 
  Were standing strong
  So come on 
  Get your flow on