HAI!

[Intro] Yeah DJ Honda, hai Keith Murray, hai L.O.D., hai 50 Grand, hai Redman, hai Erick Sermon, hai Johnny Heart, hai Calico and D.L.  [Verse 1: 50 Grand] Now this is something for your white behinds and Black minds If you fuck with 50 Grand, you're bound to never shine Me and the mic's a love affair, permanent warfare I'd rather die in here then have to live this life in fear I need eternal riches, bitches don't ask for forgiveness Thuggin' senseless, out for my paper relentless The streets is watchin' my crew like they watching you I keep the heat for whoever wanna see if it's true We be on the block, rain, sunshine or hail with the scale You only slang when the coke price fell, you frail I'm smooth as silk, don't milk off the shit I built That's fucked up like the day I heard my mans got killed Amneon Robinson and Shakim, real thugs to the end Rest in peace 'til we meet, my friend These cats want beef, don't wet that, I'll bless that Make sure these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that [Chorus: 50 Grand & Keith Murray] This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on 50 Grand, you're bound to never shine This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on Keith Murray, you're bound to never shine This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on L.O.D., you're bound to never shine This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on Def Squad, you're bound to never shine [Verse 2: Keith Murray] First of all I gotta give thanks and praise The L.O.D., grace and mercy brought me through many days And a lot of people that I loved passed away And I never thought I'd have to face life this way And for those who livin' the poverty stricken Beggin' for forgiveness 'cause they know God is listenin' But we forced to keep the hollow point tips whistlin' Man, listen, we ain't sweatin' no competition And if I cry, I cry flames It's a damn shame the way they scandalize our name They wanna see us back on the block or locked by the cops Or shot like Biggie Smalls and 2Pac (Rest in peace, my niggas) Run it, I never fronted, I got my whole crew life on it Bet y'all niggas don't want it From Kalamazoo to Timbuktu, like Sev said, "I'll find you" Camouflage couldn't hide you So get our shit to us, all we deserve Save the fly shit for the motherfuckin' birds Word to Dris, Apple, Shawn plus it be half of us Roll with the rush or get your ass bust [Chorus: 50 Grand & Keith Murray] This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on 50 Grand, you're bound to never shine This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on Keith Murray, you're bound to never shine [Outro: 50 Grand & Keith Murray] This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on L.O.D., you're bound to never shine This is for you backstabbers comin' from behind If you try to front on mines you're bound to never shine This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on AWOL, you're bound to never shine This is something for my whole crew And minds, front on mine, son, you'll never shine