So now ne that gangsta tough nigga, what the fuck nigga? Did he forget that I was present when he bled it like a bitch did on her period/ You I got to admit a nigga was mysterious, but in a ho like way, you know a whole lot gay/ Used to be my nigga, but he been actin' funny/ That's just how a bitch act, when a bitch get some money/ Ho's be runnin' they mouth, there you go/ Talkin' about we bad to the rep, now you know/ That Krayzie fin' to show you the door, so get the fuck out, but a nigga kept on comin' around and trickin' us somehow/ So now we here, can I make this motherfucker clear? Any beef, so any battles will be settled back in the motherfuckin' ghetto/ We sing good if you still feelin' good , then you want to deal wit it? This is the time to get this shit off your mind/ Jump and in return get stomped/ And if I pull out the pump, yall niggas gon' be fucked up
-Chorus-Krayzie-
(Yeah Prime Time, ThugLine, Krayzie Bone, Play N Skillz, Yea, uh...)
Primetime
Red-rum! Run! Go get your gun/ I don't care about your stunts or the hoe's that you fuck/ I ain't with that huggin' and kissin' cause I'd rather be pimpin'/ Old school when Pac was flowin' with model chicks like Russel Simmons/ And own a few Phat Farms, money stretched raw/ Who the fuck want it now? Let's get it on/ Beef with me and you gets none, hater/ Have fifty goons on your ass like the Fed's of Vice City/ I'm not your homie, your friend or compadre/ What you rap to much and drink like Spring Break in South Padre? Me and my squad stay in the lab gettin' blunted, pockets filled with hundreds, trust me its nothin'/ So quit your games cause this ain't no toy/ Have your mom singin' the hook ("What happened to them boys?") And I ain't the murda type homie, so don't test me dawg/ I got friends in high places that'll get you dawg
-Chorus-Krayzie-
K Mont
Yo, yo' if it wasn't for the flow, I'd probably wave the Mac cause I'm the same old nigga that turned 'caine to crack/ I played it back now I'm on the frontline/ How many times I gotta say it? Ya'll ain't fuckin' with ThugLine/ Actin' like ya'll don't recognize a thug/ Ice grillin' in the club with hate in ya blood/ Oh, I forgot to mention I'm a shootin' star and I'm a give you two shots like you was sittin' at the bar/ That's how we do it, I'm from Jers. remember? And my heart can get colder then The Bricks in December/ I would hate to have to take down, any one of you clowns/ And I'm a wear a grenade so mutherfucker bow down/ We are not the same, I want my cashflow/ When I come to your town, keep your eye on your ho/ But I refuse to holler unless she's a dime or better/ So walk this way cause we tougher than leather
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Available on the Play N Skillz album Texas 4 Da World