[Young Zee]
 95% of all y'all rappers butt
 And y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nuts
 You'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your ass for four blocks
 Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
 Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape
 Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape
 Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice
 Good to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick dice
 Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
 My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal
 I smoke leaky and black like BET
 And fuck hoes raw dog 'til my balls catch VD
 Mess with us, straight up, y'all better bust
 I'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was
 I'll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls
 And scream, "If y'all ain't Outz then y'all could ride my balls!"
 Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
 And ride for your crispy 850-I
 I fuck with them drugs 'cuz it gets me high
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
 Been doin' this rap shit since '85
 Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
 It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
 Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa

 [Slang Ton]
 Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy
 Put 'em in the hospital and give 'em a poison IV
 My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk
 It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps
 We sip lots of liq' shots
 It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I
 kickboxed with flip-flops
 And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
 Shit I be dyin' for is your piece of shit hobby?
 You borin' like Oran Dice, I'm more than hype
 Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites
 Ton Slanga, I'm dopin', pills and cokin'
 Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin'

 [Az-izz]
 Now, when your partner die, who got the right
 To do the homicide and you shot the guy?
 And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high?
 Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
 I'll blast the guy that don't pass the lye
 Leave him paralized and agonized
 Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side
 Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa

 [D.U.]
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco

 [Pace Won]
 Wanna live this Outsida business
 Blunt splitters, all that
 Multiple musical contracts to fallback...
 On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...
 Armed like Emmit when I rush crews
 More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove
 Don't need hands to touch you
 Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like
 The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
 Slap the fuck out you, remember us
 I'm the man your father never was, or could've been
 Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would've went
 Got it down, yo
 Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn't "Take The Crown Home"
 Try to call me out and get the dial tone
 Pace Woner, dickin' 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer

 [Eminem]
 Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein' chased
 For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place
 I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides'
 And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides
 I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool
 And chews on human body tissue 'til its stomach gets full
 Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin' shit's cool
 Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid's stool
 I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold
 And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold
 I'm from the city where the weather's always real cold
 And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin' steel-toed
 We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn
 Stayin' spaced out like Dr. Octagon
 Feelin' for the beats like they Chaka Khan
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
 Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah
 Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah
 Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa

 [Young Zee]
 Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
 And ride for your crispy 850-I
 We fuck with them drugs 'cuz it gets us high
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
 Been doin' this rap shit since '85
 Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
 It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
 Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
 Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
 Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
 Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa
 Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa