THERE'S NO sinning, bears getting dressed to kill 
Laughing down the sun like a jackal will 
With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart 
He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart 
And drink it up till the morning starts 
Circulate the red light this is get the girls and get the sis' 
Pinch him up and give em bliss 
Kissin fears with all his might forever 

[Coolio] 
Standed on the verge of the edge of the ledge 
Waitin for me to fall, then I got a call 
It said, "WAIT HOLD UP HOMEY, YOU MUST BE TRIPPIN 
YOU CAN'T BE PUTTIN THAT STRIPPIN AND WHIPPIN 
UP IN YOUR PIMPIN, YOU BETTER STAND TALL 
FOOL YOU WAS BORN TO BALL 
TOOK LITTLE FALL AND NOW YOU WANNA END IT ALL 
YOU BEEN CHASIN DREAMS LIKE HOUND DOG ON THE HUNT 
Take your place in the front wit yo' hands on the blunt 
And it's right in your grasp man, I know they laughin 
BUT YOU'LL BE LAUGHIN LATER CUZ TIMES IS GON' GET GREATER!" 

[Blondie] 
That's when you least expect it 
You understand there is no exit 

[Prodigy] 
Aiyyo rock that  [bad word] , slamdance to this 
Move the  [bad word]  back when you see us in the mosh pit 
Smash something when my heavy metal raps thump in 
Crack more heads open than Beck's, you and your mans floated 
Tales From The Crypt, Rocky Horror couldn't Picture it 
Spine-tingling, give you goose bumps singin it 
 [bad word] [bad word] niggas* scared to party wit The Infamous 
We jumpin over the bar snatchin mad liquors 

[U-God] 
Out of the darkness, spark this total chaos 
Mark to scheme the hardest, nothing can save us 
All that is sacred, dearly departed 
Braveheart slave brave contains something courageous 
Salute shining armor, persona rip stages 
Loud as Nirvana, beneath the golden ages 
The road rash explode, little rigor that devour 
Don't cry for me, I'm bout [bad word] off the power 
 [bad word] [Blondie] 2x 
Who's gonna cry for ya 
Who's gonna cry over you 

[Havoc] 
Now if you think my Infamous Mobb remains untamed 
And we out for the cash while you out for the fame 
Lay back, count on my stack down to Cognac 
Writin my raps, here hold that, it's bound to go plat 
When my bang hits, relentless, whatever I spit 
Like a fresh pair of kicks outta the box, ready to rock 
You know the drilly stay collaboratin wit [bad word] 
Then it's on the L-I-to QB city 

[Inspectah Deck] 
Yo yo 
We storm the sound clash, but none heard the sound of the blast 
Send the mass outta control, the system found smash 
There's blood on the dance floor, they still chant "More!" 
The nitty gritty, New York inner city 
Fifty caliber thoughts force the world to bang wit me 
Bound to hit hard like twenty gods benchin in the yard 
Men at large take charge, out to make ours and take ours 
We fought against all odds 
Party crasher, verbal assault, quick to blast ya 
Ya stunned momentarily, dropped seconds after 
 [bad word] 2x 

*guitar solo* 
 [bad word] to end