We Back - One Session

B-Dub shit, O.S., yeah

The reunion, c’mon

Let’s go

Sometimes I wonder what we writin for, fightin for

Fuck it y’all the game ain’t even tight no more

But this is what I do y’all, this is the life

A street warrior with words and I blast on sight

No remorse, motherfuckers gotta pay the cost

And if you floss then I guess you gots to take that loss

In the zone and I’m focused, can’t leave it alone

Like the mic keeps calling when the beats is on

O.S.

lace the track, thank God for that

Cause when we get it goin ain’t no rewindin it back

Cause destiny’s the music y’all, move it or lose it

Independently or major, streets gon' choose it

Take it or leave it but you better believe it

We layin motherfuckers down with lines to meet Jesus

Sleepin on O.S.

you sleepin on death

Eventually we catch you and we take your breath

We back, Tri-State Cringe and Minus

If you lookin for the shit you know where to find us

We back, straight from the L.A. streets

To compose a perfect melody and bring the heat

We back, back to regain the crown

And leave the jewels on top with the signature sound

We back, just in the nick of time

We signed with Sub Noize to deliver the rhyme

Aiyyo, most effective, young and restless

Flows so hot I burn the ice off your necklace

You get the message?

This is chemistry

Formulate a formula then pour it on lyrically

And witness symptoms of the sickness

Overdose pimpin, game attract chickens

But not Farmer John’s, we smoke marijuan'

March like Farrakhan, and taste parmegan

With the talk of a V-12 turbo

High speed engine drive the fans loco

Hand to hand throw the perfect dish

Show power like and reverse the pick

Metal, my DNA read rhymes and hooks

E MC double E pies and jux

With a, batch of the conscious black

P.E.

«Terrordome» when I launch this rap

Like Chuck on the monstrous track

You better call Bobby B to get your flavor back