[only Z-Ros verse and chorus are correct] [Hurricane Chriss intro (Z-Ro):] Never backed down (never backed down) Never backed down to a man or a creature (that's right!) (Rother Vandross, King Of The Ghetto) I said I would never back down to a man or a creature (Hurricane...) (Fuck you and the nigga you love the most, nigga) Rap-A-Lot Mafia (let's go!) [Hurricane Chriss verse:] Who you ever been from around here Home boy, I kick the syphilitic top to make noise Better know we're going hard! So don't come on me cause I'm ready My 44 nothing but spaghetti Nigga talking like he wanted, but he don't And I know, he a hoe, we could take it toe to toe Blow that blow! I had your people .. Now I ain't that cold unless it's snowing Man, I'm straight honest, see the pro But it's the A pretty niggas in the place, They ain't nothing less, ain't nothing more Listen shit you can rap to But if you're real and you know I told my dad I always gonna be a gangster when I was frozed Standing in my yard trying to call my uncle.. Now I'm bowling and ain't never coming back Bro, remember when we used to sneak.. through the back door and be quiet Now we sell them, hit the flow and get live Cause you all know how to drive, Pay attention to the sign Plus on the.. decide it's a hell of fat, Yellow bone with some brown eyes, want me to go deep inside Realize, still drive like what the hell is a chauffeur But at that party in the Maybach, my chick .on you dopers I'm on my way back from Spain, so let's just say that I'm not loco A young CEO, I'm a mother fucking mole You, you, you I got some microwave like a toaster Never seen money? Come and let me show you! Let me show you: [Z-Ros chorus:] Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go (Motherfuckers don't know how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, her we go (We gonna show you niggas how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (Motherfuckers don't know how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (We gonna show you niggas how real feel) [Z-Ros verse:] Look, who that wanna do that like run up On a nigga thatll bust and make the crowd move back Nigga, this here's original clique and I'll whoop A bitch nigga till my knuckles is blue black Your pants too goddamn tight to fight I need my ?????? to sag, homie You can't move unless that nigga say You can get his dick out your ass, homie Ya fellas be lotion shopping Me I'm coming out with my holster popping I can't relax around a hoe ass and A half-ass nigga I'm supposed to drop them I don't fuck with rap niggas Rap niggas be touching on rap niggas Id rather stack figures and leave A cereal bowl size hole in a head of a rap nigga They speak when they're told to Fuck is up when theyre told to Whatever their boss may tell them to do That's just what they gon do How the fuck can I respect you When you don't even own you They can try this shit with me And smithereens is what they get blown to Ya niggas can't kill me, homie But even if ya'll kill me, homie The CD keep spinning, I'm a Keep on winning til whole world gon feel me, homie Man, God ain't never met a man I'mma run away from Either one at a time, or all in a line, I promise I'm ready whenever they come, I dont play none [Chorus:] Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go (Motherfuckers don't know how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (We gonna show you niggas how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (Mother fuckers don't know how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (We gonna show you niggas how real feel) [Hurricane Chriss 2nd verse:] I'm back in this bitch, I break your back if you flinch I make so much money cause I drop nothing but classical hits Yeah, I'll be dreaming, as a matter of fact, ain't no rapper But you think you could all imagine .. what closed to them, We need to handle this shit! Got.. coming out of my show with a and the clapping, and let it speak And the whole let us all, when I grab like a phone That a nigga so cold, when I'm on a song, with a nigga trying to rub a hole in your shit Got a top on for the.. I'll be rolling the beat Everything coming out.. fire, just listen the This ain't the swag, swag, swag, this will make me bust your ass shit Rapping ass niggas acting like they're on some fake shit Game over, I got them on my body beg list I heard you was bad, but words mean No key in.. counting cash with my head.. Come from to make you back seat Conformation down, made them to a Chorus: Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go (Motherfuckers don't know how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (We gonna show you niggas how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (Mother fuckers don't know how real feel) Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go (We gonna show you niggas how real feel)