Lyrics:
G B H Crush Em

They're raved out right on fortunate sons a hooligan element spoils it for the genious ones You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, You've gotta crush em

They're raved out right on fortunate sons a hooligan element spoils it for the genuine ones You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, You've gotta crush em

hog should Just lemme put the motherf***' money on the wood *** would be gone if they could But I'ma shut 'em down, I'ma shut 'em down, I'ma shut 'em

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D, Raekwon The Chef, the Inspektah Deck M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B (The Man) Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA The Genius, it's the Ol'

get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh) Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.

G Unit, A, B You can't fuck with me C, D We from the Harlem streets E, F Don't talk me to death G, H It's elementary Picture me rolling Range Rover Same

get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh) [Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G. spoken

Let me tell you somethin' about an A-B-C style The A, the B, the C, the D, the E, the F, the G, the H, the I, the J, the K The L, the M, the N, the O,

Puff Daddy f/ Mase, Notorious B.I.G. No Way Out Intro: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever