HAI!

[Intro]
Yeah
DJ Honda, hai
Keith Murray, hai
L.O.D., hai
50 Grand, hai
Redman, hai
Erick Sermon, hai
Johnny Heart, hai
Calico and D.L.

[Verse 1: 50 Grand]
Now this is something for your white behinds and Black minds
If you fuck with 50 Grand, you're bound to never shine
Me and the mic's a love affair, permanent warfare
I'd rather die in here then have to live this life in fear
I need eternal riches, bitches don't ask for forgiveness
Thuggin' senseless, out for my paper relentless
The streets is watchin' my crew like they watching you
I keep the heat for whoever wanna see if it's true
We be on the block, rain, sunshine or hail with the scale
You only slang when the coke price fell, you frail
I'm smooth as silk, don't milk off the shit I built
That's fucked up like the day I heard my mans got killed
Amneon Robinson and Shakim, real thugs to the end
Rest in peace 'til we meet, my friend
These cats want beef, don't wet that, I'll bless that
Make sure these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that

[Chorus: 50 Grand & Keith Murray]
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front on 50 Grand, you're bound to never shine
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front on Keith Murray, you're bound to never shine
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front on L.O.D., you're bound to never shine
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front on Def Squad, you're bound to never shine

[Verse 2: Keith Murray]
First of all I gotta give thanks and praise
The L.O.D., grace and mercy brought me through many days
And a lot of people that I loved passed away
And I never thought I'd have to face life this way
And for those who livin' the poverty stricken
Beggin' for forgiveness 'cause they know God is listenin'
But we forced to keep the hollow point tips whistlin'
Man, listen, we ain't sweatin' no competition
And if I cry, I cry flames
It's a damn shame the way they scandalize our name
They wanna see us back on the block or locked by the cops
Or shot like Biggie Smalls and 2Pac (Rest in peace, my niggas)
Run it, I never fronted, I got my whole crew life on it
Bet y'all niggas don't want it
From Kalamazoo to Timbuktu, like Sev said, "I'll find you"
Camouflage couldn't hide you
So get our shit to us, all we deserve
Save the fly shit for the motherfuckin' birds
Word to Dris, Apple, Shawn plus it be half of us
Roll with the rush or get your ass bust

[Chorus: 50 Grand & Keith Murray]
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front on 50 Grand, you're bound to never shine
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front on Keith Murray, you're bound to never shine

[Outro: 50 Grand & Keith Murray]
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front on L.O.D., you're bound to never shine
This is for you backstabbers comin' from behind
If you try to front on mines you're bound to never shine
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front on AWOL, you're bound to never shine
This is something for my whole crew
And minds, front on mine, son, you'll never shine