Focus

Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer

The new Benz, seen her?

290 thou', wow

Somethin your rap budget does not allow

Why you laughin, I don't see nuttin funny

Pull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20

That is the basics

Quik and I we run the Matrix

Hold your mouth don't say shit

Walk through any borough

that stretch from here past the tri-borough

Better respect us dog we thorough

Don't get confused

We smashin crews, it's my rules

Step incorrect and get abused

I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama

Make 'em feel it, like Tupac's "Dear Mama"

It can be pitch black and I'll spot ya

BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa

Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit

and Quik get down with the E Double?

You get we trouble

E, make the beat bubble

Make the bass all on you shake they break out

to the ground and dig em out of E rubble

Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib

And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs

Cause this is how we do it here

It's ironic that you done stepped into a room

of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin

Tryin to take you to a star

Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are

Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out

And if you got a fantasy Erick they play it out

We big figure rap niggas; from the gate

We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight

Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma wet ya

Way down from the Compton town, and I betcha that

Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman

Yeah, the bar is now open

C'mon, yeah, it's on me

C'mon, yeah

Presented to you, AvireX to the Z

Yeah, listen

I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera

If this was '89 I would break you off proper

Cockblocker, dump a few G's in my lolo

Not dough hoe, my nigga Big Kam and Solo

Dolo, most niggas react like a homo

And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud

Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file

is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child

?? steal our tickets

Extra points like a field goal kicker

Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that ain't stickin

I'm walkin away, a free man

Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand

Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan

I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfuckin man!

Break fool on the track like it's supposed to be

And break bread with the real niggas close to me

EPMD

C'mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfuckin house

Yeah, this dick in your mouth

Ha, c'mon, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon

Yeah, you think it ain't?

The West coast broadcastin live in 1999

All the way bouncin through millenium

Ha, c'mon, yeah

Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit

Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit

Yeah, yo, DJ motherfuckin Quik

Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo

Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit

Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it

C'mon, yeah, keep 'em bouncin

Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman

Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah

Yo.. yeah, what, yeah, yeah

Hah, yeah

Yeah it's the real niggas

Yeah, bounce wit me, c'mon

Yeah.. hahahaha nigga!