| (Intro) | |
| One time for your mind | |
| This is not a test, this is an emergency | |
| Listen, this is what I need you to do... | |
| Is get on the dance floor | |
| (Notch) | |
| Before you cross the border | |
| Betta have your shit in order | |
| Cuz now your spots is real playin so stayyyyy | |
| (Red 1) | |
| Aiyyo, we got 'em in a tight grip, but keep it tight lip | |
| For we killa types get live with the mic check | |
| Hit 'em with the right left, make sure it's priceless | |
| Rascalz, Sazon, Van' in these nice sets | |
| So let our word shine like we iced it | |
| For ma familia, gotta keep it righteous | |
| And for me Rassa cuz they don't like us | |
| They try to hold me down but you know we gon rise up | |
| Open your eyes, betta.. hope with them guys up | |
| Who's got the flow to overthrow before your times up? | |
| Enemy or friend, better make your mind up | |
| .9 millimeter, pan ready got 'em lined up | |
| Even though time's tough, we stay mind tough | |
| Yeah, you know where to look if you want to find us | |
| Just follow the crowd and get into the line up | |
| Cuz you could get it - all you gotta do is sign up | |
| (Chorus 1: Notch) | |
| Before you cross the border | |
| Betta have your shit in order | |
| Cuz now your spots is real playin so stayyyyy | |
| It's a crazy world we live in | |
| Gotta get it baby, fit in | |
| Cuz you might find yourself, by yourself this way, so stayyyyy | |
| (Red 1) | |
| I yo meil, burrico reil | |
| Et on a so coma in a de sequa a feit | |
| Es a de calo, por savor | |
| Bring the heat... | |
| Aiyyo, your fucking with the wrong cat | |
| Who got the bomb rap lookin like a long gat | |
| Sippin on Congac and Banjo - we on that | |
| Feelin no contact, lockin it down like record company contracts | |
| Cuz they broad cats, bug it, blood clot that | |
| All on my nuts, they need to get off that | |
| (Sazon Diamante) | |
| We ain't across the battle, whether to choose God to the devil | |
| I live it up revolutionary as a rebel | |
| With a cause to enlighten my people, that's primary | |
| And everything after that is classified secondary | |
| Could we go on? If we ain't strong, I doubt it | |
| For now, I put the problems away, I'm really crowded with stress | |
| So I go and drink away the pain | |
| Pass me the mic, ain't a club, so watch the rain and be free | |
| (Chorus 2: Notch) | |
| Before you cross the border | |
| Betta have your shit in order | |
| Cuz now your spots is really playin so stayyyyy | |
| It's a crazy world, crazy world, crazy world | |
| It's a crazy world we live in | |
| Gotta get it baby, fit in | |
| Cuz you might find yourself, by yourself this way, so stayyyyy | |
| (Misfit) | |
| Where you at? To my people on the concrete rolling that | |
| To them people on your block like strolling when? | |
| You get 'em live start smoking man | |
| This shit be like damn, you can't hold it man | |
| So I drop it like it's hot when I blow an en | |
| Cancel "Friends", this sound when I load an en | |
| Cuz the trigger pulls every clip before a hand | |
| So ease wit it when you load my clip before you stand | |
| Blast your speaker, head leaking when it hit the meter | |
| Scorpio sting lethal bars at your tweeter | |
| And ya heard this new shit set to freak ya | |
| And get ya off, like you smoking reefer | |
| Yo, yo, giving you some more of that | |
| I'm up in the cut, just moving like a running bat | |
| So when I holla shifts, you better send it back | |
| I touched on it in the zone with a paper stack | |
| (Chorus 1) | |
| (Notch harmonizes until end) |