Can't See Us - T-Bone, E-dogg

Organized rhyme gangsta connected, from ghetto to ghetto and city to city we

worldwide respected

Feared and rejected, rhymes perfected, no need for a none

Holy ghost protected, it’s the don of the rap clique, don’t trip

Spit lyrical rhymes that reach 'em killas and the convicts, Piru’s, B-doggs

And 'em shaw crips and street pimps with these West coast bomb hits

12 years strong, still can’t see my clique, sick with the spit

Tell them prayer haters, get a grip, and don’t trip, this a brand apocalypse

Two double O three, ain’t no stoppin' this, from California to the projects of

the boogie down

We infamous for bringing that gospel God-core sound, you can’t see

O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-R-H-Y-M-E

Ya’ll can’t see these G’s, playas and ridas from the ORC, we the dopest clique

There ever gone be, straight up out of the dirty bay, ohh wee, Cali hits is

what we bring

Nuttin' less only the best from the west, so get up out of your seat

Baby and let me see you do the gospel boogie

Peligroso, like a shoot out, with the po-po, or hydros with no struts in tha

low-low

Ya’ll must be crazy tryin' to mess with an assassin, I’m flashin and blastin

anyone harrassin'

Find a catch a thrashin, and if then asking, tell em Bone said it

Leave ya black and blue with a lyrical weapon, calling the paramedics

Ya’ll can’t see us like a cheetah in the jungle, you’re all bark,

we’re all bite, ready to rumble