[Intro: [?]]
(Hahaha) The Ill Spoken (Yo, this one of OJ Loopz [?])
Hey, yo, OJ (J. Glaze, what's up?)
The Ill Spoken (Yo, this one of OJ Loopz [?])
OJ Loopz (Hey, yo, OJ)
(Right now, you fuckin' with exclusive [?]) The Ill Spoken
(Yo, this one of OJ Loopz [?]) Hey, yo, OJ
Man, I knew you had [?] on this one (Hahaha, yeah)
'Cause you killin' 'em, son (Fuck that)
Let's do it (Rated R, Diggz), ayo

[Verse 1: Beedie]
Shit is rough when you plan to get paid
Better stay up in the [?] 'cause they'll cut you with a blade
Yeah, 'cause if you playin' in the sun
You can play some burned-up fucker, this ya day (Fuck it)
See, the liquor got a hold of me (Uh-huh)
Then it start controllin' me
My thoughts get fucked up and they not what they supposed to be (Nah)
If I ain't runnin' numbers, I'm runnin' the street; poetry
Deep in the streets keeps hold of me
Listen, I can show you the worst of me
Or I can show you the best
Punch bullets, put a hole through your chest
Muhfucka, step back 'fore I strangle your neck
You get murked, have you hang from a deck
Stab your shit, make it straight through your flesh
Yeah, fa'sho, I'm insane (Uh-huh)
But still endurin' the pain even through pourin' rain (Uh-huh)
'Cause anything I do, I always try for the best
We The Ill Spoken tribe, not A Tribe Called Quest
Ya know? Haha
[Chorus: Beedie & Mac Miller]
If you don't want no problems, fall back
Dude, no problem, we can solve it like that
And you can try to make us fall, we bounce back, homie
Tell me, what you know about that?
I'm out for the stacks, out for the chips, homie
You ain't know nothin' about that, you a bitch, homie
And if you try to make us fall, we bounce back (Yeah, check it)
We The Ill Spoken tribe, what you know about that?

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
See, I got that crazy chronic [?] to make you vomit
[?] talk [?] wallets out of pockets (Ha)
Rockets, missiles, atom bombs and nuclear warfare (Uh-huh)
It ain't like the Lord cares, a ninja with sword pairs
Strapped on my back, dressed in all black (Ha)
This ain't Nickelodeon, homie, ain't All That (All That)
I rock hats with the P on the front of 'em (Right here)
Pittsburgh is my city, yeah, I'm one of 'em (Chyeah)
Cats that's rippin' mics, ain't no need to spit it twice (What?)
Haze of all kinds [?] just pick your price
Wanna be rich as Ice Cube, plus George Clooney (Clooney)
Big Money, two thumbs up, four-star movie (Cheese)
This is me, I'm true at what I do
I'm thinkin' of what to do, then drinkin' a cup of [?] (Haha)
Get drunk, then drunk, then drunker than drunk (Yo)
I be on the type of shit that be fuckin' ya up (I'm fucked up)
[Chorus: Beedie & Mac Miller]
If you don't want no problems, fall back
Dude, no problem, we can solve it like that
And you can try to make us fall, we bounce back, homie
Tell me, what you know about that?
I'm out for the stacks, out for the chips, homie
You ain't know nothin' about that, you a bitch, homie
And if you try to make us fall, we bounce back (Back)
The Ill Spoken tribe, what you know about that?

[Verse 3: Beedie & Mac Miller]
Yeah, we show 'em all that (Uh-huh) and a bag of chips
Faggots get pissed 'cause I'm hazardous
Quick to smack a bitch-ass pacifist (Haha)
And I ain't even ask for shit (Nope), I just grab it (Gimme)
Roll up to your party, wilin' out where the cash is (Haha)
Hit it in the booth, or I'ma rap on the block
Wind me up, then watch me pop like a jack-in-the-box (Haha)
Cats on my jock complainin', "Real rappin' is lost"
See, this ice that I spit get 'em froze like Jack Frost
[?] perfect pair
Flip it quick so I stay [?] here
This type of cash make a person stare
I got a hustle, plus a couple other work affairs (Motherfuckers)
Ya dig? It's get money every mornin' (What?)
Wake up and I'm yawnin'
Ready to hit the block when the cops is swarmin'
Yeah, 'cause I ain't never leave the crib without [?] (Nope)
He on the grind, what you know about that? (What you know about that?)
[Chorus: Beedie]
If you don't want no problems, fall back
Dude, no problem, we can solve it like that
And you can try to make us fall, we bounce back, homie
Tell me, what you know about that?
I'm out for the stacks, out for the chips, homie
You ain't know nothin' about that, you a bitch, homie
And if you try to make us fall, we bounce back
We The Ill Spoken tribe, what you know about that?