[Intro: Boldy James]
Stone-cold, certified
Big Creature, let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James & Sir Michael Rocks]
Me and Crelly play the block like the Twin Towers
Made it back from Twin City in like ten hours
Boomin' like I'm Esham with these dead flowers
Make it rain on your head, we givin' lead showers
No cap, really sold dope my whole life
When Muddy died, damn near poured out the whole pint
Brodie touch 'em up North, he a Mo bike
Was serving dopey and them seven dwarves snow white
Twenty-five for the Percocets, I've been on Vics
Know we gon' turn left when everybody go right
Pig pen status with the hogs and the low-lifes
Free all my 7 Mile dawgs, screamin', "For life"
Bro coming hom', I pray everything go right
Tote sticks with them blue beams and them glow lights
Fully banged Dwellie hitting off the strobe light (Yeah, yeah)
Sealed 'caine, Plain Jane 'Presi, no ice (Game Time)

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Got the white gold Datejust with the jubilee band
When Scully died, I wanted guns, like two in each hand
I'm conflicted
We picked up them sticks, we finna risk it
Blood in my eyes, it's enemies in the distance
Product ain't the root of the problem then I don't care much
How we out in Maui while you looking for your earmuffs?
N***as get scared when the feds want a bear hug
Drop it on the sc-sc-scale, mate
If we both sell weight then we both doing great
We ain't gotta compete, we can call it a scale-mate
Bruno come with the Kel-Tec and all hell break
I'm making sales off the scale phone
A smart n***a keep his elbows docked in his skelbow
My bag shaking at a Richter scale, bro
[Outro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Scaley Joel Osment
Scale is commentary, you already fuckin' know