[Joell Ortiz:] On a scale of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight, nine, ten, motherfucker I'm in eleven I served twelve twelves amongst thirteen
[Joell Ortiz:] I'm talking to you! Don't look to your left and right Yeah, you Oh now you shook, tryna get low You scared Come out, come out, wherever
[Joell Ortiz:] One plus one ain't always two It's one me, one music we want and it's wonderful That's why I still get upset when y'all wonder who Is
[Joell Ortiz:] Hey Premier, this thing right here's for you For so many years, you gave niggas' ears the flu With them sick-ass drums and them nasty
