* one minute and fourty second opening long skit

which features neither Erick or Parrish *

It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL

It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL

It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL

[Parrish Smith]

This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills

Underground with the hoodie fuck keepin it real

While you was pissin in your bed we was makin a mill'

Got up with Erick Sermon, dropped "You Gots 2 Chill"

Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug

Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs

with fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place bugged

And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves

[Erick Sermon]

Aiyyo likewise I come in strong with no disguise, ruthless

It's me, transformed I'm Eazy-E

Past the point of rockin the joint

I'm blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my team

NFL: Niggaz For Life, so feel that

I see a few clowns, so where's the steel at

Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steady

For those who dream, believe I'm Freddie

Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket

Put a peace sign in the air if you from the South Bronx

and let me hear you say

Hell yeah HELL YEAH

Say hell yeah HELL YEAH

[Parrish Smith]

Aiyyo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite

Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night

No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright

And these faggots, always stress me so I keep my shit tight

Who am I? The cat to put that ass on standby

Fuck your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hi

Then start stalkin, three point shot li