作曲 : Douglas Davis & Keith Murray & Redman & Erick Sermon & Ricky M.L. Walters
 作词 : Davis, Murray, Noble, Sermon ...
All the way to mother****in georgia
To tennessee

To mother****in texas
To north mother****in carolina
Yeah, south ****in carolina
Yeah, deep down, gritty alabama
Funk for your funkin ass, nigga
Ha ha, barefoot walkin mother****ers
[erick sermon
Yo, guess whos bout to stomp tonight?
Three seniors, rockin the mic, catchin misdemeanors
So charge us with what-what-ever you feel
Balls of steel, clappin those with rap deals
**** hot, Im lukewarm and still perform like a champ
Battle bout, airing your ass out
So whos dropping shit on what day?  my clicks the greatest
Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus
Shit shuts down when the squads around
It gets thinner, its hexed like white man from town
Three the hard way cant be touched
My styles too faraway, to capture, even with help from nasa
Im what they call, a living legend, sha-pow
Thats what they call, a mac-11, sha-pow
Theres two on the way down, blaow blaow
Heres two more, blaow blaow nigga!
[keith murray
Is yall niggaz down to ride?  （man listen）
Would you kill for your life?  （man listen）
Can you get busy all night? （man listen）
（hah （man hah..） listen）
[redman
Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!
I got the down south funk when I clown out punk-ass
Police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps
I short your blaupunkts if you thump my tape
Yo dial funk if youre mo stiff than rikers isle bunks
Get out your seat, e, spit out the beat
The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets
From baldies to fades, when I rock mcs wave
More flags than puerto rican day parade
And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin
Barefooted off my rhyme dont dare cook it
You might fall in to intervene
And new jacks and they girl become pookie and that, prom queen
That bodybag wont fit you tonight
You wanna blow up? drop the mic, stick to the pipe
Hand to hand my crewll cripple your click in a fight
Take my tapes way down south and triple the price
Step up on the scene like whazzup?  hey sugah
Before you cock-tease doc, how that cash put up?
And only way I stop til your click say when
They had enough, cause I could bump to six a.m.
[keith murray
Is yall niggaz down to ride?  （man listen）
Would you kill for your life? （man listen）
Can you get busy all night?  （man listen）
（yo, yo-yo） （man listen）
My life is a rap, each song is a flashback
Of antagonizing anxiety attacks
The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks
Niggaz be like, oh no not them!yeah we back
With rhythmatic articulation, god-forsaken
Sick manifestations, pump pump in your face then
The lyrical force that I put in a rhyme
Will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme
No matter who what when where how Ill lay you down
With a sick illed out fictitious style
Yo, we all represent the hood -- the only difference
Between us make is that we the shit look good!
Programmable annual slammable
You _lyte as a rock_ and _i cram to understand you_
So for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissin
We get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen
Is yall niggaz down to ride?  （man listen）
Would you kill for your life?  （man listen）
Can you get busy all night?  （man listen）
（man listen）
Is yall niggaz down to ride? （man listen）
you Would kill for your life?  （man listen）
Can you get busy all night?  （man listen）
（man listen）