(Sid McCoy) Watch yourself, peep the blow up From state-to-state we're touchin' home no matter what sign you throw up Wait, we're on some other while you're still slippin' Bringin' you all bangin' speakers for sparks fly out the car system Off the tops, snatchin' props and the proper the tops we touch we're hard to knock, we got it locked From every angle of music the different sound view R&B, rap, whatever flavor kid it's all new So let's say we bring it with the EAST! and the WEST! The final results: The Aftermath touchin' every coast! So when the bar blows then, the DJ spins And we don't set trip, we set trends Love to the artists, in fact they be the smartest if they business is tight Cuz keep it real means moving the cash markets And constantly buildin' and stop destroying everything that we touch And leave somethin' for our children
(RC) Whatever it takes to get ya paid yea-yea-yeah, keep on doin' it Keep on doin' it, keep on doin' it And whatever it is that gets ya free yea-yea-yeah (Gets ya free, yeah) keep on doin' it Keep on doin' it, hey keep on doin' it Whatever it takes to get ya paid yea-yea-yeah (Whatever it is) keep on doin' it Ya gotta keep doin' it, keep on, keep on yeah And whatever it is that gets ya free yea-yea-yeah (Whatever it is that gets ya free, yeah) keep on doin' it Keep on doin' it, Oh yeah ohhhhhhhhh-I Ya gotta-you gotta keep on doin it, doin' it, doin' it Aftermath is gonna keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, yeah
[Shotgun Cocks and Blasts]
(B-Real) ANYBODY KILLA!!!
Verse Three: B-Real
The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast trippin goin on through out the business East Coast West Coast anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er I got crews on both sides together Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever Fool I can roll through any block from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock But some niggaz can't survive on both sides So they try and break off, eliminate ties Fools got to get wise, better realize True, enemy lies killin in the highrise office, analyzing the song Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill
Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise!
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 8X)
Verse Four: Nas
Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon I be the twelve disciples strap arms All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on Focus on your rap holsters, notice I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white I'm wrapped in a turban for spite Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal?
East coast *killer* West coast *killer* (repeat 16X)