Let's take 'em back

Yeah, 94' shit

As the preacher takes the pulpit

Fix your coat, prepare for forty below spit

Seven days of heaven's ways and hell's hangups

Chris and Ryan again and we wishing anybody

Who wasn't wishing us well bankrupt

A L and whatever else ain't up

As far as me I'm still caught up in all that gun shit

Still calling my bullets expendables 'cause it's hard to believe

I can fit all of them boys in one clip

I squees off and the streets start trembling

It's way too many **** that seen shit, too many witnesses

Up and down with their visions of what a street **** is

I call it the see-saw syndrome

Syndrome maybe you make a mistake, you lose

And this is for the real hip-hop ****

Who never ever, ever ask me am

I here to replace Guru

Word, that's what you feel up in this track?

Let a bitch **** try to shit on that

Oh, what you trying to rap now?

Yeah, yo, Royce

What up, man

We just lamping in the studio you know

You know, doing our thing

Bugging out, you know?

A little test run, so

So, I need you to speak with your hands

On the count of three

Everybody now

One, two, three, go

Talk to 'em

We step up in this rap game and seen act a fool

Me and Preem, both names go together

Lot of **** fronting like they're ill, word

I think it's time to move on to the next one