Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim (To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths) Pass that shit homey Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all 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, keeping our pockets bulging 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 Zoom, from outer space he comes Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized What is his race nation or creed? Is he Arabic, black, lating, 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 tearing my clothes Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all 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, keeping our pockets bulginh 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 My nigga smoke with one lung If he cough he might die, passing 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 fucking with a general No discussion is the principle we busting it's the end of you Now we knocking on your mama door Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war Death, angels coming for you Spirit horse running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2 Paramedics fighting 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 niggas gon' light it with Nas Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all 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, keeping our pockets bulging 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 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 niggas 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 holding figures Never put a bitch over my niggas 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 allegiance, 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) Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all 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, keeping our pockets bulging 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 Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up