Lyrics: T-bone. A Few Good Men.

Talk about the best of both worlds
Man, the king of the conscious rap
Me, the king of the streets, and you know who it be
I don't need no introduction, hey Bone, check this out
Get it how you live, homeboy

Yo, strap up the boots, I?m ready to shoot
Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camos
I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general
Call shots like I?m Joe Bonanno, what

The West is back, sep this dude ain?t black
He Latino Dogg and he rock Gringos
Black, Indians, Palestinians and Phillipinos
And I cash money like Vegas casinos

I?m armed and ready, palms are sweaty
Kinda like 'em 'cept I got a sharp machete
And I?m quick to toss wack rappers of a levy
Words is heavy, kinda like a old school Chevy

Hip-hop will never be the same
It?s time for change, I?m bout to rearrange the game
Ready to fight back so when they say who?s that
Tell 'em it?s just the king of the conscious rap

See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain?t too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'

See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain?t too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'

I got the hood on smash, homey
And though I'm ballin? full throttle, I'll never run outta gas, homey
I'm so fly as the days go by I'm better
So I dump re-up and keep gettin' more cheddar

You know what it do, Mack 10 a savage
Got hustle in my veins so I fiend for the cabbage
Fresh baller to the end, tell a friend and a neighbor
Aint that I got so much flavor, it's that I got so much favor

I'm like Pac, my mic styles against all odds
And you don't wanna go to war with a child of God
So if you see me in a six four, tuck ya pistol
Plus it's on if ya miss, so be careful what ya wish for

A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor
Plus your arms is to short to box wit God playa
See I'm all for Jesus but I'm nothin' like Mase
I'm to ghetto and gutter but I'm covered in his grace, yea

See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain?t too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'

See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain?t too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'

Yo, yo, been through the boot camp and trainin' grounds
I've spent 12 years developin' this conscious sound
Patiently waited, seein' women get degraded
Hear my favorite rapper shot and get assassinated

Whatever happened to hip hop?
We used to pop lock and break dance
Now we just gang bang and crip walk
I'm tired of hearin' all the murders and the gunshots
It's time for us to take a stand man and kick rocks

We gotta make a change for the best
The west, only represents sex, Techs, and a vest
And death rush on street crooks that ride hard for they sets
It gets old man, I'm tryin' to see my people be blessed

Yes, I'm bout to change it all around for the best
And help the convicts learn how to deal wit the stress
Minus the drugs, Ak's gun, knives and bullets
And try to save all of the thugs before there's none of them left

See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain?t too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect, so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight, 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'

See all we need is just a few good men
'Coz ain?t too many left like Bone and Mack 10
We know nobody's perfect, so repent for ya sins
So ya better get it straight, 'coz he's comin' again
He's watchin'

T-Bone, Bone-A-Fide, king of the conscious rap
Number 1 hustler, Mack 10, God is powerful, man
Bone, He got me on here doin' somethin' positive, man
Can you believe that? Betta yet, how ya love that?
Yeah, Westside, another [Incomprehensible] he right