[Intro: G-Child]
Playaz, playettes, macks, trues, wannabes
All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this
For the trues

[Verse 1: Jah Skills]
Yeah this crew was tight, went from planning dreams
Now we rockin mics, gettin shit right, stayin on beat
And servin this heat, through yo streets, jealous hoes peep
But me, I dont sleep
So you know I catch you watchin
While they comin with drama, I'm blockin and steady knockin
The post is won out the box, it dont stop, hittin our areas and shakin up spots

[Verse 2: Warren G]
I'm bakin blocks in four wheel motion
Everywhere I look I see 21 ones floatin (21st Street!)
Then I made a stop at the P-A-C's
Wassup y'all? You seen Tripp L-O double C, now
I'm headin to the back where the homeys is posted
N***as on gat in case plat wanna get roasted
But you know how that go, in the city of snakes, fakes, hmm and bitch brakes
I shakes, back to the topic called heat
My beat, your treat, can't nobody fuck wit me
Cuz I'm known from Cali to Rome
We brings heat, so now its on