*Yall listening to the radio when suddenly you hear this song starting*
[Ice Talking]: Hah, about to show these punks how Base 5 Do it.
[Beat Starts]:
[Starts from 0: 15]
Base 5! Base 5 kickin in to da' game Since a long muthafuckin time, yall betta pray Doing The thang I was borned todo Kickin shit on the bustas that aint got a fuckin clue Mista Icesta... the king.... I was born crowned We stay strapped all the time we dont fuckin' clown You dumb hoes, get a hike dont just stay on the streets All you do is give ass on the corners fo' chips Tryna be someone big just behind da' damn mic Actin cool wearin khakis and holdin a knife When you come on the streets you just sit round' da corna Bitches scared of ma strap when I roll near the borda'(border) Yo' fake business is whack, and yo' gang like a B***h: Getting fucked and then thrown away like a snitch Fake East Niggaz roll down to West Side of the town Actin big throwin rags and then hidin. Tell ya what muthafuckaz, im just sick and im tired Of the studio bangin that yall claimin is fallin! This is straight Ballin, dont disrespect Or End up With a Mack 10 Bullet, hittin yo' chest. *Gun Shot* POW
[Chours]: [1:15]
Yall Niggaz is scared Yall Niggaz is fake Ma Niggaz are Strapped! Ma Niggaz are raised! Yall better back off and hear da' sound Of a Glock-17 that got fired, no harm Click Click Pow Bustaville Down Click Click pow Bustaville Down Yall muthafuckaz dis is about: Click Click Pow Bustaville Down! POW!
[Ice Talking]: haha Base 5 in dis' B***h, clean the way for real OG's in this muthafucka. [Ice Talking]: And Im out...