feat. Daytona, Khari
  
  Yo, uh, Erick Sermonnn
  Yo, uh, huh, J
  Khari Santiago, uh, uh, uh
  Daytona, uh-uh, uh
  Uh-huh, sixteen machines
  Uh, yo.. yo..
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Aiyyo Mark turn me up
  Watch DJ's in the club burn me up like "new music (?)"
  Same dog, Boss Hog, my style's Hazard, Duke
  The truth? I'm big enough to Skywalk with Luke
  I am revolutionary rhyme ready
  Phase one mic stage one yo let's go!
  Jump jump - or feel the react of this
  pump pump - twelve gauge'n blaze (uhh)
  Everytime I bring it hard for them niggaz
  like new whips, out the garage for them niggaz like
  Here's somethin for those who see past
  The new MB with the spaceship dash
  I come through in a two-thousand-fo'
  Chicks holla out, "UH-OH!" like I'm Nelly
  Yo, I come with the real front page
  Like Dame did, homeboy in "Backstage"
  
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  Aiyyo watch us do it (go 'head baby)
  Ain't nuttin to it (go 'head baby)
  You had your chance and blew it (go 'head baby)
  All my niggaz are - move it's nuttin
  
  [Daytona]
  E'rybody in the club better up them thangs
  When it's beef best believe I up that thang
  Five seconds or less to up that chain
  When I clutch that thang and, touch yo' brain
  I'm, seventeen with twenty inches on Impala
  Retros and Naughty sweats, out to make a dollar
  Now most ya cats couldn't picture this, consecutive hit
  after hit, it's ridiculous, conspicous
  Talk that I speak when I walk down the street
  Yeah I walk with the heat and I talk to the beat
  For the haters, that say 'Tona don't got it
  Pants stay low and the flow stay knotted
  It ain't the game, it's the players involved
  World premier motherfucker with a bunch of co-stars
  Watch got mad colors like a bowl of Trix
  Niggaz broke they whole life but still a benefit
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Khari]
  Uh, I roll with major hitters, Dutch and Vega splitters
  I know what y'all thinkin - it's a takeover
  The unfriendly zone young guns is older
  You'll get smashed, need Jenny Jones to makeover
  your face I'm high because I hate sober
  Pussy patrol pull up in the Range Rover
  And you get to know that don't want to know ya (that's right)
  I hit chickens like I had pads on my shoulders
  Slick with this, ridiculous
  Rap bidness you're soft with bitch in parenthesis
  My sentences'll make the hottest modern rappers
  feel defenseless, jumpin over fences
  I'm accomodatin all ya hatin lyricists
  Spiritual lift, kidney shift
  Ribs is cracked, lips is split, necks are slit
  I do all kinda extra shit, heck with it
  We the hecklers in the front, checkin ya texture
  Ya teflon don't protect, waist down and neck up
  I trailerpark and just trash ya rap up
  Ya want some more? Fuck it, wait until the next cut