[Verse 1: Tiny]
Ayo this shit doesn't come easy
Hey, don't misjudge me!
Whatever might displease you, still couldn't touch me
I don't care, what I write is what I'm gonna bust
Fight's on, round one, if you fuck with anyone of us
What? Please, you better run 'til your knees concede
Shit hits the fan next time you see me
And I don't stall about what's up with ya'll, now
Freeze, on the spot when it's time to let it all out
And I don't know, I just don't know
Why things always get little bit out of control
Why people get rowdy when I come into the place
Whoops, there goes my glass in your face

[Chorus: Ómar & Tiny]
One time for my posse (posse)
Two times for my hoes (hoes)
We be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we buried the bone (buried the bone)
One time for my posse (posse)
Two times for my hoes (hoes)
We be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we buried the bone (buried the bone)

[Verse 2: Tiny]
Here's a birdie who plays dirty in this game
It's a shame that my ex wants to act this way
What a hag, man, what a bunch of crap to say
When I've been nothing but fair with you up 'til this day
But hey, you got what you wanted so choke on this shit, too
You got issues, why you think I broke up with you?
Dammit, can't you see I don't need this crap?
I can't believe this, bitch, give me my CD's back!
In fact, how's that for a turn on?
For your ugly ass and a face I wouldn't even shoot sperm on
I'll tell you this much, you really got me pissed off
You flat-chested bitch, you really thought I went this soft?
I tried to be nice, but if all you want is beef, then
A word of advice, so you can sink your teeth in
I can be your bearer of ill rotten blues
When you disregard me this way, I bring bad news
[Chorus: Ómar & Tiny]
One time for my posse (posse)
Two times for my hoes (hoes)
We be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we buried the bone (buried the bone)
One time for my posse (posse)
Two times for my hoes (hoes)
We be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we buried the bone (buried the bone)

[Bridge: Ómar]
One time for my posse
Two times for my hoes
We be chilling in the backseat
Where we buried the bone

[Verse 3: Tiny]
My experience, limited; reputation, discredited
The locals read it, man
I have to live here, please edit it
You can type that I'm quite nice, if they'll buy it
I like my weekends private, real peaceful and quiet
I don't condone violence, read books for recreation
I interfere with politics and public relations
So put that in your piece, and a lid on it please
Doesn't matter if you bend the truth a little bit, see?
Next time I'm in the studio, I'll take my grudges out
And you can get the clean version sent to your house
This is my scene now, and I'ma break for more
'Til the world breaks, what the fuck you take me for?
[Chorus: Ómar & Tiny]
One time for my posse (posse)
Two times for my hoes (hoes)
We be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we buried the bone (buried the bone)
One time for my posse (posse)
Two times for my hoes (hoes)
We be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we buried the bone (buried the bone)