Teksty: Eightball & MJG. Coffee Shoppe.

You are now, witnessing
The effects of the Buddha

Redman kick through your door
Liquidated then I come through your pores
Think the track is bleedin' get at the gauze
Mix, fidget, 'fore I rip it in four's

Look at my face, you can tell that I'm slick
The blunt, excersize, 10 in the clip
Y'all niggaz ready for the un-conterfit?
D O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your shit

That bogus holder of the sticky dolja
Got me appearing on the wanted poster
It's like when your body get caught on rotor's
When I snap like strings through boat motors

My kitchen fridge look like Jeffery Dahmer's
Boys screamin' for mama from the drama
My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up
Yo 8Ball, hit the marijuana

Yeah, yeah, 8Ball blazin' the hay
And hella pound almost everyday
Real playas run the game that they play
That's why I'm doin' it the playa way

I say, dope rhyme's, potent and real
Showin' skills all my homies can feel
Smile at you, see the name on my grill
Cut the track up let me show you the deal

I be twisted with that Redman
We get it all, cookin' dope makin' bread man
I got the eagle full of hollow tipped lead man
Hear what I said man?

Can all that weak noise
I write, busta go and get your little weak boys
You know what bring a player joy?
Playin' with them glock toys

See I avoid all suckas trippin'
Full of liquor, actin' like a bunch of women lippin'
Interested in what I be grippin'
Dippin' in the Benz zippin'

Pass all you haters fakin'
Runnin' 'round seein' real players imitatin'
Breakin' concentration, all up in my situation
Hay blazin'

Get y'all shit together
Coffee shoppe we with whatever
8Ball stay high forever
Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever

We here to keep the party live
Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
Wanna brawl? We can meet outside
Red and Ball be down to ride

Yo, yo, look around you mothafuckers
It's a hip-hop holocaust
Yeah, you just found the right superheroes
To take care of that shit, mothafucker

Head rush and green stinky
Feelin' like a nigga dropped a mickey
Drink up the Hen and watch me get tipsy
Who wanna ride with me? 160

Up and down, 48 trackin'
Ski mask, kick in doors in, straight beat jackin'
Ball battin' rhymes all in your skull crackin'
Actin' like I got a problem that's heavy to me

Smokin' brothers like a dooby in a gangsta movie
MC's turn stank like a old lady coochie
Ball and Red be all up in your shit
So deep that it be damn near permanent

So authentic you can tell it from conterfit
Who wanna hit of the purest coffee shoppe crop
Guaranteed to be bomb to the last drop
Ball and Red keep it stone like Bedrock
We keep it hot

Yo, I'm [Incomprehensible] the blackout mode
I snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold
Yo, who fucks ya baby?
Hey Kojack knows my flows, Kodak
Couldn't hold that pose, wow

Goofy playin' tough on the streets
Blue collar MC's suffer the heat
Until I reach the isosoles heat
Right angle better, double your sleeve

I'm just a black nation wide singer
Cops lookin' for Red, but can't arraign us
You need more than lion trainers to tame us
Famous for cuffin' mics with 5 fingers

That's why I walk so distorted
Any form of harsh aborted
Word so superb it'll turn to herb if you snort it
50 sack and a nick can vouch for it

We keep it critical
If you hard core spit it out, out, out, out
Doc who be arousin' police
My underground funk be plowin' the streets

So if you claimin' you the best MC
Bring your arm over here and handcuff me
We battle till the cattles learn to speak
Cross examine me, I'm straight up framed

Get y'all shit together
Coffee shoppe we with whatever
8Ball stay high forever
Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever

We here to keep the party live
Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
Wanna brawl? We can meet outside
Red and Ball be down to ride

Get y'all shit together
Coffee shoppe we with whatever
8Ball stay high forever
Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever

We here to keep the party live
Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
Wanna brawl? We can meet outside
Red and Ball be down to ride