Thug Queen
You have 3 minutes to travel from the year Two Thousand and Ten B.A. to the year Three Thousand A.A. Here are your orders (That's the fuck I'm talkin bout) These are your watches, set them at 2 minutes and 30 seconds. If it gets rough out there, here are 2 pills, they'll be quick and painless. (As long as I got these, I can do it. C'mon n***a.)

Chorus ;; Bizzy Bone
Step into the time travel
[as we step into the time travel]
Headed for the future x8

Bizzy Bone
Right pass the millenium and what do ya kno its already two thousand and ten, it's still gettin close to the armageddon, demons, I can smell em in the wind, then, gettin the p.o.d. Yea, can a n***a fit in, sittin wit the big old nuts ready 4 the future, ain't nobody shoot ya?[hell naw] I'm still like n***a bah? Ask for Ru Gotti blow ya away, lend me the dirt rows for the whip I say shit stink
Keep it moving, and I was maim, looking for humans
Are they canibals or are they insane? As we walkin' over the ruins
Fully automatic, let's do this
In the mist of the crisp of the wind, feelin' some movement
Pop the clip in and and click it
Anybody there? drippin the pistol ah don't be scared, don't be scared, don't be scared, don't be scared
Whats that? Helicopters all up in the air, air

Prince Rasu
Millennium cracked the Earth in half, self destruction/ Revolution and remorse turn beautiful playgrounds to dungeons/ Oh say, can you see? By the dawns to the early lights, this naustrodaumous prediction sight/ Time travel got me seein' blood stained rabble/ Bodies stacked like cattle, the consequences of battle/ Gambino with twin Glocks that'll whistle like Soprano's and Ru Gotti strapped with much more fire than candles/ Helicopters swung low like sweet chariots comin' forth to carry me/ Lock, load artillery/ Crush time be crushin' no doubt/ Cowards? We never be/ When they land we plan to bring Rotwieller pedigree/ Who the fuck is that steppin' out with his gat? Followed by a couple others with Klu Kulx Klan hats/ Fuck that! Univeral Soldier style with Mac's/ Side by side, made 'em fall like Babylon in fact/ Aw shit, caught a slug in his shoulder but fuck, we got to go/ Last seconds on the clock, shit/ Strapped up in the cockpit/ Rolled up a blunt cause I'm on probation in this world/ Smoke one to the time travel shit, Regime clique thorough