1, 2, 3

[Intro]
1 to the motherfuckin 2 to the motherfuckin 3

[Hook] x4
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

[Verse 1] [Shawn Jay]
We came up from the bottom to the top (top)
Started wit the rocks
Used to sell 'em to the fiends
Now I got 'em in the watch. (whoa)
Two years off the scene, heard enough of ya fuckin' trash
We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
Run up and the pump will blast
My niggas is dopin
I'm the film in the camera nigga, picture me rollin'
Picture me blowin', trees chiefin' purple daily
Weed – no seeds – call it Virgin Mary
Chevy, they say we broke up (Chevy: Oh yeah?)
But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair
Hold up, Joe stop the song, (what?)
Field Mob the answer to the question, "What if BIG & Pac woulda got along?"
Put us on whoever song, fast, slow, no facade
Getcha Bible, check the credits, Shawn go slow for God
With that said, I been blessed, oh man
The chain red like a caffeine-free Coke can
So, damn the critics; y'all really fake
We got hotter 16s than that R. Kelly tape
Make cheddar when I grab the mic
See when the Mob in town
Hoes go out in bad weather like a satellite
Never have to ask 'em twice, do it for the fuck of it
Anything, pop a pill, drink a lil, suck a dick
Who you with, fuck ya click, stay in ya place
Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face?
SLAP!

**[Hook] x4**
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

**[Verse 2] [Chevy P aka Smoke]**
I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way
I'm warning ya
I'm finna snap like turtle lips in a lake
I wrap more than a Egyptian coroner, ya rhymes are boring us
Listening to you is like watching wet paint dry
Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet
Stop spittin them kit-kat candy bars and give me a break please
Start writin' ya rhymes yaself;
As a matter of fact, here's a mirror and a map – go and find yaself
Cause you been fake
You frontin' like you did time in the state pen
But really was a nerd at Penn State
Cut the bullshit, you're not a hustler
Y'all remind me of where I rent my DVDs at – Y'all some Blockbusters
Confessin like Usher, soft as baby food
Fixin to get us off the block like star 82
Mad, cause I'm comin up and you ain't
And I'm buyin stuff that you can't
I ain't 50 Cent, but I got bucks in the bank
And I got a million dollar dick bitch
Wood worth a lot of cash
If I fuck her in the butt, she have money out her ass
Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one bitch
The only hoes you got is the one you water your lawn with
To you hoes that fuck for fun, and the ones that fuck for fetti
If you ain't finna fuck Shawn, then you ain't finna fuck Chevy
To The Source
Like a groupie in love with Jordan Jackson, Vick Ervin, and Tyson
I want 5 mics man
DAMN!

[Hook] x4
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

{*music to fade*}