Intro:
Yo Biz, play that shit
Yeah yeah cause I told ya, ha ha ha HA!
It`s going down like this!
That`s some real shit, on some real shit
About to set this motherfucker OFF
For the motherfuckin nine-nickel REPRESENT
Yeah, collaboration
Niggaz ya know, niggaz ain`t ready for this that`s word life
Yo!
Verse One:
I`m living life collosal, I`m hostile
Ghetto apostle, hip-hop that`s my gospel
I`m gettin up in skins like Massengil, dat`s the deal
Not the Guru, but I got Mass Appeal
Pass the pill, and I`ma shoot the rock
Like constipation put your shit on lock
I be the bomb and then some, you sweatin my income?
Makin more yards than Rashan Salaam
Gotta make moves in this hip-hop biz, fuck a test
Couldn`t even give me a pop quiz
So what`s up son? Let us put the burner to the blunt, don`t front
And we gonna run a train on this stunt
that they call hip-hop, but I won`t catch blue balls
I`m goin way back, like the hairline of Lou Rawls
Even before I got my label deal
I was disconnectin niggaz like they late for they cable bill
Now I got the number one album in the nation
on occasion... I`m sayin...
Verse Two:
Uh, check it out... check it out... check it out...
I`m not run of the mill, pimpin shit like Ron O`Neal
Reminiscin on can I get a deal?
Makin demos in the garage, now I`m fuckin large
Now my entourage rocks camoflauge it`s a sabotage
This jam is on some bust your head shit
Niggaz gettin amped and I ain`t even said shit
I be freakin facts from here to Secaucus
Bitches stalk us, put us on like British Walkers
I`m layin in the cut like a Band-Aid
And your shit is still played like waves in the skin-tight fade
like Jade, everyday of the week I freak tecniques
What`s the science on the streets?
Omniscence got the funky shit -- for your system
Omniscence got the funky shit -- for your system
Omniscence got the funky shit -- for your system
Run up in your Earth and your Wisdom
Even though bitches wanna skeeze me and please me and tease me
I ain`t goin out like Eazy
Pack a twenty-two caliber, blowin up like the Challenger
Bangin mo heads than Metallica! What nigga, what?
Verse Three:
It`s like this y`all, it`s like that y`all
It`s like that y`all, one time for your mind!
Lick shots one time to your mind
if you feel what I feel let me know one time
Yeah, lick shots one time if the herb is superb
if you`re high then you got what you deserve
So once again again I slam god damn yo I`m out like antenna
No beginner, get under your skin like a splinter
Punani nigga, rock the Tommy Hil-figer
And I don`t tote a glock, to show that I`m a real nigga
Runnin shit in ninety-five, you ain`t gettin live
I`ll be takin your shit, like this was New Jersey Drive
I strive, for perfection, number eight section
selection, kickin like the tag to connection
You can bring the noise 3 Boyz is my alliance
Reggie and Ronald better known as the giants
You know the science, I`m rippin out hearts
If I was a bomber then you still couldn`t get no parts
Do rock it funky nasty downright
This is what a beatdown sound like!
So let me know if you FUCKIN with me
I`m the O-the-M-the-N-the-I
the-S-the-C-the-E-the-N-the-C-to the fucking E!
Outro:
Yeah, 3 Boyz -- make noise
This is our groove
So rock rock rock on
Like that like this!
Ahh yeah, just some flava
Ninety-five, ninety-six, forever
YEAH!
And to the fake crews...
..I hope you`re ready
And to all the real niggaz...
rock steady. And I`m out
