:20:00
§ After the judge, rehab, and the ball §
you won it all from cash wars §
:20:04
§ So you ask for a job
forget the predictions §
:20:06
§ Sickest niggas that listen
and even if you critics is bitchin' §
:20:09
§ My mission, pay the ammunition,
put on a hard hat §
:20:12
§ Don't call us relax
while I'm on combat §
:20:14
§ Study the opponents
I told you attack §
:20:17
§ Checkin the sources
for the niggas all that §
:20:19
§ Categorize a niggas rhymes all that §
:20:21
§ lt's a new testament
of an exclusive specimen §
:20:24
§ Diggin my boots in the best
of the niggas crews §
:20:27
§ No hype, no journalist writes
no sound bytes §
:20:29
§ Just a night of 1,000 mics
surrounding you sight §
:20:32
§ Pound for pound of might
now pounds of strikes §
:20:35
§ Shout out your price... §
:20:37
( chorus repeats )
:21:04
Yeah!
:21:06
- ( growling )
- Yeah!
:21:11
Mariano!
:21:28
Hey, thank you, Cesar!
We're out of here, bro.
:21:31
I thought we were
gonna chief one.
:21:35
Oh, you know,
:21:38
my boy J-Rob, you know?
He got the shits, bro.
:21:43
Yeah, yeah,
this shit is terrible, dawg.
:21:46
I think I need
a cork or something.
:21:49
- I'm going with you guys. Dad!
- No, no, no.
:21:51
- Dad.
- ls everything okay, son?
:21:55
Yeah, I'm gonna go
with my friends.
:21:57
Hey, why don't you stay here with me,
son, you know, hang out?