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