[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & EPMD]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Go for mine, and run down the line
Go for mine, and run down the line
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I went from construction Timbs to Ac's with rims
Flipping mixtapes, to bitches feeding me grapes (Uh)
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal (Uh-huh)
That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game (uh), gimme the dame and the Range (Uh-huh)
My niggas up to par, drop-top Jaguars (Uh-huh)
Blindfold you when you step in the car
That's that superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hash, it's in the pocket with the nine
Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline (Nigga)
I want a presidential Rollie (So?)
So I crush MCs to guacamole, making Robin scream, "Holy moley!"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape, I'm that Paper Crusader
Playing SEGA in the wide body Blazer
[Verse 2: Coolio]
I shot dice with a priest and drank Yak with a pastor
So it's me, myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born, it was all on the lone, and
When it's time to die, you'll be all alone, so
Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and
Start taking care of your own, nigga
Everybody's human 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 tryna fight me
Standing at the crossroads but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and some take the lefts, but
Lo and behold what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance
[Break: EPMD]
Go for mine, and run down the line
Go for mine, and run down the line
[Verse 3: Redman]
It's that Funkadelic, Funk Doctor Spock (uh), inhale it (Huh)
Fuck the vest, niggas better start putting on helmets (Uh)
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk coming in stacks, bullets humming from gats
So I duck, buck, lyrical BUCK, BUCK, get stuck
I'm jamming like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus (uh), then I fix a few stitches
BADOW! Plus my style pack like Luke bitches
I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame (Huh, ahh!)
Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes when the wind change
Mad explicit when splifted (uh), my scriptures
Leaving your mic boney like that Tales of the Crypt bitch (Huh, uh!)
All y'all niggas suck my balls one time
While I unwind (uh), I'm busting your ass, counter-clockwise
I get Dumb (huh), but Dumber (huh), why your vision blurred
For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers
[Verse 4: Ill Al Skratch]
Ayo, mayday, mayday, raise the white flag
Let the pants sag, fuck the drag (I'ma puff the whole bag)
It's the low down and I'm low-key, the O.G
Niggas know me (True), so take it easy with stakes
[Verse 5: Big Mike]
It ain't surprising these motherfuckers still hating
They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with
It's been stated, way back in '88
That a nigga like Mike will stomp the head of a snake
My quakes was felt when my feet hit the ground
And fate is fatal when my heat made a sound
Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall
When my niggas made the fucking final call
[Chorus: Ill Al Skratch]
It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's like that
[Break: EPMD]
Go for mine, and run down the line
Go for mine, and run down the line
Go for mine, and run down the line
[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes]
Hey, you, don't 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 best 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 subtracting
They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreacting
Hey-ey-ey, you can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it, I'ma hit you with my music
I'm frying up shit sizzling like cyanide
Watch me go inside, "Please give me room, yo, step aside", hah
Those who commit these ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there dropping dimes
Get your shit drawers up out my hamper
Young survivalist, represent the next Black Panther
[Verse 7: Buckshot]
I stepped in the jam with the God on my side
And the God S.T. is still waiting in the ride
So I, stepped to the DJ and tell the DJ
"Yo, throw the wax on" "How many MC's must get dissed"?
[Verse 8: Layzie Bone]
Putting your shit to the pave, ending 'em meeting the gauge
Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazing, nothing phased
Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
Put 'em all in a coffin, you're dearly departed, better off
[Verse 9: Wish Bone]
Been labeled a psychopath so I'm down with a buck and a blast and getting my chance
You niggas are fearing my sawed-off
Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast
So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packing your shit, you bitch
Not that it makes a difference, cuz, when we a done with the quickness
[Verse 10: Krayzie Bone]
Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, bucking 'em once a-
Gain enough to pick a defender
They try to contend us, see, all they gon' win is that MAC-10
There's never another to go with a brother, while smotherin' suckas been gon' undercover
We leave em in gutters, ain’t gonna get caught, but who was the sucker that squealed on a murda?
[Verse 11: Bizzy Bone]
Creep with the street, sweeper, better R.I.P. and pray
The bullet don't put in much work but I'm a sure, with, shot
Puttin' the bullets just where it hurts, and um
With a me tech'll slip up one on the po-pos, Bone, Bone
Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up
Get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up
