[Chorus: Treach & D-Nice]
Here we go, here we go (Yo, time to flow)
Here we go, here we go (Yo, time to flow)
Here we go, here we go (Yo, time to flow)
Here we go, here we go (Check it)
[Verse 1: D-Nice]
Now I'm first with a verse so put it in reverse
When I rhyme, I haunt your mind like a curse, but then it gets worse
All you get is one shot, F around and gеt your fronts dropped
You and your crew can catch a buckshot
I got the wickеdest, roughest renegade style, Black
My name is D-Nice, just like I told you a while back
So here comes a wild track, tracks, they get wild, see
I'm breakin' and takin' the titles from suckas that try me
Rugged rhymes I've shown to condone all alone
Featherweights will get blown just like a cyclone
So recollect, and, money, don't forget
I'm wreckin' sets, and, yo, my brother Treach'll wreck it next
[Verse 2: Treach]
This ain't a itty-bitty bang-bang, nigga, hit the deck
Your eight-figure trigger Treach was next with a rugged wreck
You get your breaks on Broadway, brake and get broke in broad-day
Bad brother rippin' it all day
Mic check from a roughneck, next with 'nuff respect, check
And you ain't even heard a cuss yet
I bet you knew in your back that your ass can't rap
Ride a real phat track and check back stacks
I ride a hooptie then grill a groupie, go knock her booty-fruity
That's my duty, and run up in a hoochie's coochie
All slacks best to step back, the TEC and the MAC back
In fact, take a nap or get your naps slapped
Here we go, here we go (Yo, time to flow)
Here we go, here we go (Yo, time to flow)
Here we go, here we go (Yo, time to flow)
Here we go, here we go (Check it)
[Verse 1: D-Nice]
Now I'm first with a verse so put it in reverse
When I rhyme, I haunt your mind like a curse, but then it gets worse
All you get is one shot, F around and gеt your fronts dropped
You and your crew can catch a buckshot
I got the wickеdest, roughest renegade style, Black
My name is D-Nice, just like I told you a while back
So here comes a wild track, tracks, they get wild, see
I'm breakin' and takin' the titles from suckas that try me
Rugged rhymes I've shown to condone all alone
Featherweights will get blown just like a cyclone
So recollect, and, money, don't forget
I'm wreckin' sets, and, yo, my brother Treach'll wreck it next
[Verse 2: Treach]
This ain't a itty-bitty bang-bang, nigga, hit the deck
Your eight-figure trigger Treach was next with a rugged wreck
You get your breaks on Broadway, brake and get broke in broad-day
Bad brother rippin' it all day
Mic check from a roughneck, next with 'nuff respect, check
And you ain't even heard a cuss yet
I bet you knew in your back that your ass can't rap
Ride a real phat track and check back stacks
I ride a hooptie then grill a groupie, go knock her booty-fruity
That's my duty, and run up in a hoochie's coochie
All slacks best to step back, the TEC and the MAC back
In fact, take a nap or get your naps slapped
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