Geah. One two one two (check it out). One two one two (check it out). Uh. . [b-real]. I put years in this shit'struggled to build the empire. Just another brick in the wall you fall tired.
B-Real. I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses. for the trivial things and the pain life induces. Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupid.
(Whatta you know?) (3x). . B-Real:. Whatta you know? The nigga stole my dough. So I reached in the closet for the 4-4. (Whatta you know?) Jus' hold on, just wait a minute.
(church bells gong). . (Verse One: B-Real). As a kid, I was known, son of a thug. Snub-nosed .38 in the glove, who can relate with us?. Never had an easy life, shit's way out.
(B-Real). I rolled you up like my Rizla. Cut you up, with my sisters. You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters. Your style's trash: don't litter. You got the jitters the hardhitters.