feat. LL cool J and Scareface
  
  [LL Cool J]
  Uhh, uhh.. yeah
  See I know how to get down, word up
  
  It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronic
  Smoke 'til your lungs collapse
  You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
  So ironic, L came back
  Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall
  holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it
  Show me a nigga who can do like I do
  Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too
  Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new
  I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh?
  Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals
  Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political
  The baddest man on the planet
  So ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted
  Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthanded
  Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded
  Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot
  I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke
  I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen
  Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again
  As sure I am the descendant of former slaves
  I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves
  Make 'em confess - LL's the most rugged
  God, and no man's above it, gotta love it
  
  [Chorus: LL, Erick]
  DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
  RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
  MI - you ain't goin - FA
  L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA
  
  DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
  RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
  MI - you ain't goin - FA
  E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Uhh, E Dub on the microphone
  Droppin bombs - spots get blown
  So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom
  When I rap, wack MC's vacate the room
  Cause they suck, and that's how I feel
  I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal
  Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel
  So next time he know, how the real feel
  Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel
  Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel
  (I ain't playin) But y'all front like I ain't it
  And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit
  (Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakin
  I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman
  My track record is out there, gone
  E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?)
  I'm known for the dome bangers
  Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's DANGER
  Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga)
  J, never heard it spit this way, hey
  
  [Chorus: LL, Scarface]
  DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
  RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
  MI - you ain't goin - FA
  L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right)
  
  DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
  RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
  MI - you ain't goin - FA
  Cause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)
  
  [Scarface]
  You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer
  You switched from the raw to a chart climber
  And now your shit is blowin out the stores
  and uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but
  Count - (two, three, and, four)
  Your records ain't sellin no more
  And damn - you done spent your money galore
  Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh)
  Tryin to keep up with the trendy
  Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi
  Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley
  And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty
  It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next day
  and your next tape you can't give it away, but hey
  I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses
  Everything you see me I owns it
  I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years
  So let's get, that, clear
  You might have sold a few more tapes, but
  realistically, are you that great? (nah)
  Can't get respect but I done paid dues
  Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude
  I've been the same nigga since I came through
  Do-re-mi too, damn fool!