[Andre]
  Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
  And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move
  Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
  Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
  I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
  Now won't that make us all fools
  Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
  Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
  Niggaz in the street they want it hurry
  When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
  A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
  Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
  Apparently not that's why you get what you got
  Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
  The body of hot, the motivator of pots
  Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
  Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
  What the future holds in its sweaty palms
  Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
  Prom night might excite a down right fight like
  White blood cell to the common cold rebel
  Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
  The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale
    [Hook:]
    We just can't be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [repeat 3X]
  And we some home-made bombs
  Finna blow right up in your face
    [B-Real]
  Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face
  All your hate emanates but you still hesitate
  Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how
  To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
  Fuck that I see the way you were, see the way you smirk I'm catching you
  where you work
  God only knows all the trouble that grows
  Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
  Can I blast those who point the finger at me
  Who criticize and talk shit so freely
  Fuck XXL you're a size too small
  I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
  Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
  Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
  I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass
  Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
  Dre, pass me the glass of wine
  So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
  For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
  Jump into my ragtop and get all in
  I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen
  Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion
  The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
  The world is lost, the world is tossed
    We just can't be amazed
  Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [repeat 3X]
  And we some home-made bombs
  Finna blow right up in your face
    [Big Boi]
  With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
  Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
  People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
  No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
  Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state
  Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
  Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow
  Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
  Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
  OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
  Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
  Making that music that make your neck hurt
  And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
  Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
  With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
  Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps