Know Bout That The Ill Spoken

[Intro: Beedie, OJ Loopz & DJ Rated R]
(Hahaha) The Ill Spoken (Yo, this one of OJ Loopz [?])
Hey, yo, OJ (J. Glaze, what's up?)
The Ill Spoken (Yo, this one of OJ Loopz [?])
OJ Loopz (Hey, yo, OJ)
(Right now, you fuckin' with exclusive [?]) The Ill Spoken
(Yo, this one of OJ Loopz [?]) Hey, yo, OJ
Man, I knew you had [?] on this one (Hahaha, yeah)
'Cause you killin' 'em, son (Fuck that)
Let's do it (Rated R, Diggz), ayo

[Verse 1: Beedie]
Shit is rough when you plan to get paid
Better stay up in the shade 'cause they'll cut you with a blade
Yeah, 'cause if you playin' in the sun
You can play some burned-up fucker, this ya day (Fuck it)
See, the liquor got a hold of me (Uh-huh)
Then it start controllin' me
My thoughts get fucked up and they not what they supposed to be (Nah)
If I ain't runnin' numbers, I'm runnin' the street; poetry
Deep in the streets keeps hold of me
Listen, I can show you the worst of me
Or I can show you the best
Punch bullets, put a hole through your chest
Muhfucka, step back 'fore I strangle your neck
You get murked, have you hang from a deck
Stab your shit, make it straight through your flesh
Yeah, fa'sho, I'm insane (Uh-huh)
But still endurin' the pain even through pourin' rain (Uh-huh)
'Cause anything I do, I always try for the best
We The Ill Spoken tribe, not A Tribe Called Quest
Ya know? Haha