(feat. Fresh, Ralo)nn[Intro: AZ]nYea, it's overdue right herenYa'll know what it is..nn[Verse 1: AZ]nThe dead is gone, the world welcomes new bornsnA thousand-bookies is sworn in uniformnNo application for - snitches, niggaz, but you can joinnJust get your coins, and start droppin' dimenSuperiority, I can stop timenAnd I am the minority, so who can knock mines?nPurposely placed here on purpose to shinenHome, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grindnGet some M's, then gettin' to winnAnd transfer all U.S. currency for yennA few friends, few next to kinnYes it's true, I flew through in that Flurizan BenznShow room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-tennNiggaz gon' respect my pennSurvived in two droughts, two seperate gamesnSo I shout, Who'll slouch, get outta my lanenMy homey's homey did ten in chainnSo we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brainnI explained it's bigger game then just street nigga famenThem same thoughts I fought like Sugar ShanenReachin' the next chapter after of life after I masterednFuck it Fresh, address these little bastardsnn[Verse 2: Fresh]nUh, yea, yeanI'm reachin' for the Range doors on the trucknThe European stitched strong in the gutsnMy nigga M3's doors liftin' upnUh, Fresh sick wit dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dustnAnd the Cranberry Six growin' off the gutsnLight pink heavy wit strong of the cutsnActin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slutnAnd after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cutnAnd you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' itnFire's are Six, the kid keep kickin' shitnPies of the brick, the kid keep flippin' shitnI insist the stag' and seen different shitnBubble face your par' wit see fish in itnBubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shitnIn Duffle bag by Guc'nThe white double-stitch, on the hall, that's Emilio Puc'nFlow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truthnSo listen up, young niggaz cuz I'm speakin' for fusenUh, yeann[Outro: Ralo]nThe bigger it is nigga, the harder it fallsnNiggaz scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...nnListen to this mannI want ya'll to listen real close and real careful mannThere ain't seldom is niggaz born wit all the five sensesnThe five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit closenCuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigganFirst of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the gamenYou had to have been wit automatic understanding of the game from birthnThen you gotta be unadulterated R-ratednYou gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashionnWhether it's just talking or it's rappingnThen you gotta be law of the nourishingnOnce you getting motion, then you get focusednYou get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stoppednThen on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive levelnSome niggaz got it on minus, some niggaz got it on maidennSome niggaz got it on the massive, Massive is the last levelnThen on top of that it gotta be written in your scriptnThe script... the script... the script...nnYo real niggaz you can't breaknAnd real nigga you can't make 'em mannWe've been big niggaz all of our life mannAnswered to nobody man, and wake and go wherever they take us man