Yo Biz, play that shit

Yeah yeah cause I told ya, ha ha ha HA!

It's going down like this!

That's some real shit, on some real shit

About to set this motherfucker OFF

For the motherfuckin nine-nickel REPRESENT

Yeah, collaboration

Niggaz ya know, niggaz ain't ready for this that's word life

Yo!



[Verse One:]



I'm living life collosal, I'm hostile

Ghetto apostle, hip-hop that's my gospel

I'm gettin up in skins like Massengil, dat's the deal

Not the Guru, but I got Mass Appeal

Pass the pill, and I'ma shoot the rock

Like constipation put your shit on lock

I be the bomb and then some, you sweatin my income?

Makin more yards than Rashan Salaam

Gotta make moves in this hip-hop biz, fuck a test

Couldn't even give me a pop quiz

So what's up son? Let us put the burner to the blunt, don't front

And we gonna run a train on this stunt

That they call hip-hop, but I won't catch blue balls

I'm goin way back, like the hairline of Lou Rawls

Even before I got my label deal

I was disconnectin niggaz like they late for they cable bill

Now I got the number one album in the nation

On occasion... I'm sayin...



[Verse Two:]



Uh, check it out... check it out... check it out...



I'm not run of the mill, pimpin shit like Ron O'Neal

Reminiscin on can I get a deal?

Makin demos in the garage, now I'm fuckin large

Now my entourage rocks camoflauge it's a sabotage

This jam is on some bust your head shit

Niggaz gettin amped and I ain't even said shit

I be freakin facts from here to Secaucus

Bitches stalk us, put us on like British Walkers

I'm layin in the cut like a Band-Aid

And your shit is still played like waves in the skin-tight fade

Like Jade, everyday of the week I freak tecniques

What's the science on the streets?

Omniscence got the funky shit -- for your system

Omniscence got the funky shit -- for your system

Omniscence got the funky shit -- for your system

Run up in your Earth and your Wisdom

Even though bitches wanna skeeze me and please me and tease me

I ain't goin out like Eazy

Pack a twenty-two caliber, blowin up like the Challenger

Bangin mo heads than Metallica! What nigga, what?



[Verse Three:]



It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all

It's like that y'all, one time for your mind!

Lick shots one time to your mind

If you feel what I feel let me know one time

Yeah, lick shots one time if the herb is superb

If you're high then you got what you deserve



So once again again I slam god damn yo I'm out like antenna

No beginner, get under your skin like a splinter

Punani nigga, rock the Tommy Hil-figer

And I don't tote a glock, to show that I'm a real nigga

Runnin shit in ninety-five, you ain't gettin live

I'll be takin your shit, like this was New Jersey Drive

I strive, for perfection, number eight section

Selection, kickin like the tag to connection

You can bring the noise 3 Boyz is my alliance

Reggie and Ronald better known as the giants

You know the science, I'm rippin out hearts

If I was a bomber then you still couldn't get no parts

Do rock it funky nasty downright

This is what a beatdown sound like!

So let me know if you FUCKIN with me

I'm the O-the-M-the-N-the-I

The-S-the-C-the-E-the-N-the-C-to the fucking E!



[Outro:]



Yeah, 3 Boyz - make noise

This is our groove

So rock rock rock on

Like that like this!

Ahh yeah, just some flava

Ninety-five, ninety-six, forever

YEAH!

And to the fake crews...

... I hope you're ready

And to all the real niggaz...

Rock steady. And I'm out