[Verse 1: Theory Hazit]
Yo!
Haz got the rawness, check it out!
Grindin' is flawless, check it out!
Hustle like Russell, check it out!
This here 'bout to bust, dude, check it out!
Got juice and love and check it out!
Hot like a cooked sub and check it out!
(Ooh, you know we make you high)
No question, I got the juice, check it out!
S.I., there is no hotter crew, check us out!
Mama like Osama, make yo' mama pull the weapon out
No need for stressing out, just breathe and let it out
A [?] like me, so when I MC, I [?] 'em out
Humiliated and cremated, ain't no second rounds
(Ooh, this here will take you higher)
[Hook:]
I will succeed no matter
No matter what I get the
Job done, you won't mess up my high
No we are all on our
On our grizzly, that means
That you ain't messin' with my high
[Verse 2: Theory Hazit]
Ayo!
Vintage on the beatbox; check it out!
When we rock the streets, tops level out
Your whole block; [?] the monkey any second now
The game was over long time ago, so settle down
Hardcore; hit you like the heavy metal sound
The illest duo since Redman and Meth came out
(Ooh, you know we make you high)