Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
  (To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)
  Pass that shit homey
    [Intro/Chorus]
  Now tell me what y'all smokin
  What kinda heat y'll holdin
  Well is your creep move potent
  I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
  We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
  We got the plan in motion
  I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
    [Verse One]
  Zoom, from outer space he comes
  Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
  Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys
  Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
  What is his race nation or creed?
  Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read
  Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
  Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
  But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
  September '73, up in these wild streets
  Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
  And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Two]
  My nigga smoke with one lung
  If he cough he might die, passin me trees
  The liquor bottle's almost empty
  We about to collide, with the enemy
  Only way you die if it's meant to be
  You fuckin with a general
  No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you
  Now we knockin on your mama door
  Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
  Death, angels comin for you
  Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
  Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?
  The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
  Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
  Walk by your casket, spit in your face
  Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
  And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three]
  Pardon but I gotta question of life now
  Look at the nigga next to you right now
  Is he real, fake or scared
  Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air
  Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
  Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
  I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures
  Never put a bitch over my niggaz
  I shall never, cooperate with the law
  Never snake me I always hold you down in war
  If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
  I never break the oath to the death I swear
  I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance
  of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
  of a nigga still yet to be found
  So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)
    [Chorus]
    [repeat until fade]
  Wanna get high, come smoke with me
  Smoke with me, light it up