DESCRIPTION:
(lyrics for keak and Alc came from shitty ass website tht cant get lyrics right.. too lazy to type real ones close enough.)
Lyrics:
(Me)
Get it get it get it get it, get it. Stack yo cheese M.o.b. don't forget it
Stop n hit it daym now givit a pass mayne
ghost ride the whip gas brake dip gas mane
Fast, Shitt feelin like a super star.
Swangin, swerving down the road riding in my stupid car.
Im goin goin gone, im flyer thana bird.
M.C. Bre-Z the dopest rapya ever heard.

So tell me whats the word ye im gleamin like some lip gloss
Money aint a thang so don't ask me what the whip cost.
Thizzin while im blizzin so much biz aint got a day off
Im workin while im playin hopin one day it will pay off

Aint tryna get a play off you a fine ass beezy
Tell ya other man to lay off, kick it with Mac Breezy.
Stupid Steezy extra cheesy boy im dipped un butta
Make yo girl start to studda leave yo ass in tha gutta.

Keak da Sneak:

I said lean wit it, rock, walk, and pop, lock,
Get low, go get go dumb, don't stop
Going like rushing out traffic, in the fast track
In the car pool lane; with something like three times black
And there ain't no coming back; Granddaddy hittin hard balls like Barry Bond's bat
Goin gone, finding something for the feet running; with a fourth counting, the bay slappin' the trunk for me
Game savior; I cut you with a shavor weather; honey-racks never behave, only catching my own neighbors
Still from the street to the beat; watching this getting; and you ain't gotta tell me what I'm getting
Bbbbbay on the road again; this my fourth album all that other shit scraped and done
Scraped and done, dipped up put back in your mouth; Brand new media rep smoking more over and out
Yadada talkin' bout ; if you didn't neezle
It's all n the dizzle so hit the geezle heezle heezle geezle fo' sheezle

Alchemist:

Yo, eh I'm off the chain; na dawgy, I break the cable
I'm mentally retarded; straight disabled
I eat off the budget and rape the labels
DJ spinning records; oh I break the tables
Pull a plug on them; na dawgy, I put the thug on them
Put lumps on them; throw punches without the gloves on them
I run on them; roll up and pop the trunk on them
I stun on the;, shit on them and dunk on them
They can't carry the weight; I drop a ton on them
I set it off; yeah, I'm dropping the one on them
I'm straight cash; you can put the funds on them
I guns on them; na dawgy, I bang the drums on them
It's like we throwin' off, the lights is out, the phone is off; I'm going off, I'm pulling off, hitting them off,
We rollin' off; I'm peeling off, killing them off, I break them off That Go