(feat. Nowl) (All right, is everybody ready (YEAH!)) (Alright now, here we go) Nationowl divides this bomb to blow Adios serials worldwide Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver to break down the speed While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped and stole the ground beneath they feet Far from the bail, still makin my sales Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel takin over, no doubt Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor Dre, all day cash his cheques Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!) Nationowl's defence covers my ass and team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?) ^Chorus: Pledge a legiance to my team Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM Cos worldwide shit's outta control Why you can't get down with Nationowl Young and old, my niggas who's on parole Why you can't get down with Nationowl Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold Why you can't get down with Nationowl Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock still fully loaded, cocked the handgun Composed like the Phantom while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me" In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy Assholes around like a frisby And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way tryin ya hardest to delay My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?* Lyrics bone shatterin Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale ^Chorus In the last days, which side will you be on? Nationowl's on the side that I beat on I demand put me on From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick Pro actors, game of life with no practice Controllin craps like I had a remote It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb No joke, much over I scold It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats Best believe that these are our last years Prepare or get done from the rear As we move there, where? The final frontier United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer ^Chorus Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me?