Intro:
  
   Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?
   Try to play me close and get loose
   Try to play me close and get loose
   (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)
   Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!
   Damn,goddamn,goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!
   Yeah, yeah, yeah,
  
   Verse One: Fashion
  
   Damn my ears are burning hot
   I think I got fakin the funk
   Motherfucks up in my spot
   They know I'm gonna blow
   So they press up on
   The crew like gets dissed
   Like a fool when I'm gone
   SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,
   CLOSE MY DOOR!
   I gotta whisper cause I got
   Some fuckin' ears on my floor
   They're tryin' to catch on
   To see who I'm givin' the hoot
   There it is square biz
   Don't say my kids
   [Psycho Les]
   All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand
   And behind my back talk shit to the next man
   Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!
   Your shit is wack!
   [Fashion]
   Yeah, you better keep it subliminal
   Cause I don't play, some say
   My style's type criminal
   And we can get down, yo for real
   Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!
  
   Chorus: repeat 4X
  
   [P. Les] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
   [Fashion]Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!
  
   Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion
  
   You see me and I see you
   But you still want to act like
   You don't see me, cool
   Years ago an A&R dissed
   Our fuckin' demos and said
   That shit was scarred
   BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'
   YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT
   Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils
   And still, you can't comprehend your skills
  
   You remember the time, only after I performed
   You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm
   But Blue, no matter what you do
   You can't trick this kid
   Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!
  
   Chorus
  
   Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les
  
   Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous
   Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service
   The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding
   I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings
   Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip
   Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick
   Doin mad crime, I remember the days well
   The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell
  
   I don't want to have to snuff nobody
   I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi
   Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
   Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!