[Phonte of Foreign Exchange:]nbangin it...it goes down again...nJ League, Living Legends, Tigallo, Murs the Millionaire...nKeep it going ya'll...check itnnYo, I heard ya style & I peeped you nigga;nYa whole album, I sleep through nigga;n'Cause Tay's an avalanche so call the ambulancenAnd tell 'em ta pick up ya people, nigganDon't call Farrakhan to squash itnBetter yet call the sheriff and the coroner's officenTell 'em it's a dead body on the corner of Lawson nin Austin, run to proceed with cautionnThese mafucka's really think that Tay done lost itnHe sold a couple records now they thinkin' he flossin'nBut I ain't stopped battling, I just stopped rattling off rhymes for free 'cuz y'all was making me nauseousnUnderstand fucka I'm gon' win regardlessnI still got the hunger pains from my apartmentnWhen me and 9th was broke splittin' cans of StarkistnArguing about who LP was the hardestnwith a hand full of CD's ready to burnnSome real hip hop for your listening nervesnA year later hooked up with a nigga named MursnNow everybody play our records for they women and churnnJ. League got the east coast getting the lootnLiving Legends on the west coast, ready to shootnGet a cellphone and call out the troopsnPhonte, Taylor made for the game ny'all just following suit, my nigga.nn[hook]nhey, yo we animals, ready for war, destined for combatnPlay the CD or tape and then rewind thatnYou want beef motherfucka nevermind thatn(And if he owe me money, bitch nigga betta find that)nWe animals, ready for war, destined for combatnPlay the CD or tape and then rewind thatnSo let me know where ya mind at? (what!)nn[Verse 2: Murs]nMurs 3:16 meets Foreign ExchangenKeep ya ear to the speaker, quit ignoring the namesnWelcome to the next level, top floor in the gamenthe League done hooked up with a Cloverdale nigga sonSkip ya Sidekick, I'm a Nextel nigganIf I hit ya on the chirp with a verse you better roger thatnPicture-word perfect from the land where the Dodgers atnTrying to get some money with some pussy on the side of thatnNever have to ask where my killers or my riders atnBut when fake gangstas tryin' ta find where them dollars atnGo to any city where there's pretty broads to holla atnThe illest in your state when on the tour-date, nand more great than your grandfather's fathernTay I know it gotta hurt 'em as they stand by the slaughternOughta be locked away when I rock this waynGet rocked on the airwaves but not for playnIf my heart should stop and I drop todaynI went against all odds and I got my way, alright.nn[hook]nHey yo we animals, ready for war, destined for combatnPlay the CD or tape and then rewind thatnYou want beef motherfucka nevermind thatn(And if he owe me money, bitch nigga betta find that)nWe animals, ready for war, destined for combatnPlay the CD or tape and then rewind thatnSo let me know where ya mind at? (what!)nn