one thing you always Gotta remember is how we started It's both of us, we'll be straight dogg We met each other through mutual friends Since it sparked
A. to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money
dolla billz, an a choppa, where niggaz strapped fo real, like Chubacca, who got the gonga, 'cause I be high like phone doctor, spark on vodka, eatin
it together and bring it back to me Hit the playa's club for about a month or two Put his hand on it then see what it do I found you Ms. New Booty Get
on that Holler at cha mang Still throwin' beer cans in the gutter mang Flick a parliament, hub cap ornament Deer head on the wall, it's a bubba thang Not just sparks
on me Got extra clip and some reefer on me Tryna stay focused on my jock (hey, hey) And I aint trying speak the homey I just reached for them two inside and two
break your back, just so you react My counter act's my counterpart takin' your heart You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I
my bitch and my kids I hit the skin, flip the twin lips of love apart Get to diggin' in ya ligaments then bust ya heart 'Cuz from the start, soon as we sparked
I'm out for scratch He who has the most is he who won the match Strike one, me and Nate Dogg is a match Strike two, leave 'em standing still in their
off Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction Get two thirty off the head with cold dumplings Niggaz jump when the AK bark Crystal grip pump, make the gun niggaz spark
in chalk My rhymes, two zigs all nines Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time This eightball's a strict nine Tear apart body parts when I spark
crossed wires And you breathin' in your sleep And you breathin' in your sleep Well there's just a spark of a campfire left burnin' Two kids in a sleeping
peace, fuck the police. MCs get braggin' about cash they collect, but them chumps is like Ray Charles, 'cause they ain't seen no money yet. Trash rappers I tax and spark
radio, tellin them what you gon' do to me I live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two
you start fuckin' wit my fool Rap 'll set the right mood, fin' to blow like a light fuse You might lose, ya chance of winnin' slimmer than a size two
[Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah! Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz! We back niggaz! Volume two! Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is