[Chorus, Ice Cube] With tha boom and ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring! (repeats 4 times)
[Erick Sermon] What´s the 411? Erick Sermon, Ice Cube, and Kam are here to get the job done So back the fuck up! I have an attitude, dude, I´m ´bout ta get rude I´m buckin´ out shots during my interlude Right about now I´m ´bout ta get corageous like the cat Got the gat in the corner of my back so get the bozack The American Dream, the people choice pick I flip more vowels than Pat Sajak´s white bitch I´m bad ask Michael Jackson´s dad about E-Double The mack fram, the black superman made of steel The mic I´m holdin´ is a Samson E-D the Green Eyed Bandit in raw fashion I´m lettin´ niggaz know my territory
My ground is rugged. I kill a million niggaz so fuck it! Nick knack paddy whack give a dog a bone Once again it´s on with the brand new song, yeah boy!
[Chorus]
[Kam] God damn, not Kam! But I´m afraid so, I lay low like a brick Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum cuz here comes the 411 Little devils don´t go to heaven, 187 on a saltine cracker Smack a, paranoid busta so don´t make me have to act a fool What´s up? Now you can determine
The West Coast niggaz is down with Erick Sermon on the G tip We trips hard on the opposition Three niggaz on a mission so listen to the Ill Shit Cuz we´ll get wrecked! What you expect! Fuck a rain nigga take a chin check!
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Well here I go again, throwin´ up the W Ice Cube and I´m down wit´ E-Double crew Pullin´ up in my homie´s black 6-4 Hittin´ switches but mine´s a convertible Matched to the West side, still got the 2-2 Cuz some niggaz don´t believe in a gang truce
Personal shit what is this??? EPMD, goin´ out of business? God damnit! Can´t leave my dog stranded...the green eyed bandit Picked up Kam cause my nigga need a ride. Fuck a peace treaty But still have the 4-5...glock cocked for the clown Yeah we down pulled up and echoed sound Don´t ya know that we can drop 10 of these, dope tracks So fuck all our enemies!