U Looz

Yeah
 '94 shit
 Uh, as the preacher takes the pulpit
 Fix your coat, prepare for 40 below spit
 Seven days of Heaven's ways and Hell's hangups
 Chris and Ryan again and we wishing anybody who wasn't wishing us well bankrupt
 A L and whatever else ain't up
 As far as me I'm still caught up in all that gun shit
 Still calling my bullets expendables cause it's hard to believe
 I can fit all of them boys in one clip
 I squeeze off and the streets start trembling
 It's way too many niggas that seen shit, too many witnesses
 Up and down with their visions of what a street nigga is
 I call it the See-Saw Syndrome
 Syndrome maybe you make a mistake, you lose
 And this is for the real hip-hop niggas
 Who will never ever ever ask me am I here to replace Guru
 Word, that's what you feel up in this track?
 Let a bitch nigga try to shit on that
 Oh what you trying to rap now?
 Haha!
 Yeah, yo Royce (what up, man)
 We just lamping in the studio
 You know, doing our thing (Okay)
 We bugging out, you know (Right)
 A little test run
 So
 So
 I need you to speak with your hands
 scratches
 On the count of three
 Everybody now
 1
 "2"
 "3"
 Go
 "Talk to 'em"
 "Who stepped up in this rap game, a sane actin' fool"
 "Me and Preem, both names go together"
 "Lot of niggas fronting like they're ill"
 Word
 I think it's time to move on to the next one