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