We don't wanna start no picks, we don't wanna hurt no rappersWe only being real when we say the color changing clique is running the gameThis time it ain't about money, cards or jewelryAlthough that's what you're hearing on these mixtapes usuallyYou speak the truth cause that's all we knowNow listen close and ask yourself, do you want it with Rome?Ain't nobody beefing with me, but I'ma start some beef upHopefully someone is listening that wanna speak upCut it up, listen close, record it, play it backOh, is he saying that? Yes, sir, and I'ma say it just how I feelThis is paid in full, yeah, homie, forget your dealHave these rappers come back and take an advance and flopYou gon' respect us, we the only chance you gotI want cash, I ain't no dummy, wanna front me a lackI'm the hardest and brokest you've seen, give me my hundred and stacksIf not, you get popped, I got the gun in the backThink about it, dawg, you don't really want it with CatI'm blunting in back of the car and I'm writing a verseHad him on a radio song, but I wanna fight and curseIt's bit, talk, tell a rapper, either knuckle up fist to fistAnd rep my clique, take it out on the rapperHe don't know how I live, then walk in smiling the next dayLike an innocent kid, Russell would never do such thingsOfficer, are you crazy?He's my favorite, you heard his song?Russell raps for the babies, I think I'm going crazyI still can't get enoughHey, Mac, I think I'm getting too deep in this nobody stuffBut anyway, rap is mine in the year 03Yeah, I'm nobody, but everybody gon' know meFrom K-Mart to Dirty Third, Homer Pimpson, come onBoss Hogg straight from the streets, chameleonair.comI will never let you down on any verse I spitGet me now while I'm cheap, cause every verse is a hitBoys gon' feel it, I'm the only one who can feel itFeel me, like they feel the knock in the trunkOr an inmate scared all night, sleeping on top of a punkI gots to get crunk, whoa, gotta keep it to a minimumNo direct target, every bullet is subliminalHey, he's talking to who?Shut up, TreyI might be talking to youOh, yeah, keep on guessingBut when I'm done, the rest of the flows get less interestingOh, he's talking to the other rapperSo what?Put your hands up for meF-Force One's on and strap him, attack himIf you feel I'm stepping on your toes, but do your background checkBefore you mess him with bro, broYou won't never beat me, just be a fanCheck me out on the next crew CD, broYou won't never beat me, just be a fanAnd check me out on the next crew CDWe don't wanna start no quitsWe don't wanna hurt no rappersBut we only beat the best rappers in the worldWe ain't real when we sayThe color changing clique is running the gameThis time it ain't my money, cause it's jewelryAlthough that's what you're hearing on these mixtapesUsually, we speak the truthAnd I'ma ask you againTo listen close and ask yourselfDo you want it with Tim?I don't do pillow flowsYou can't sleep on 50Every day my life at stakeYou can't keep on 50I'm the mouthpiece of the NorthThe rawest you gon' findWhen it come to game, you can't see meLike you can't see meYou gone blindI done let you little dogs have too much ropeYou lyrically hung yourselfSmoking too much droY'all cat's rhymes got me feeling like I'm way too intelligentI ain't gon' drop the same day as youWhy you been hesitant?When I spit my salivaHot like lavaHit the streets like a piñataSeeing what I can get out of themI can do that one deepYou need a pound full of dogsDon't let your nuts get big like gonorrheaAll in your ballsTake your Brady Bunch, go have lunchThink of another partyI ain't playin'Peep squeak or screw yourselfPut a rubber on your handI drop and sellYou gotta put a post on your vanColor change and click, burn heatPut on your notes and get a tan50-50 little twinGot this year on lockYou drink more wetI'ma have you drinking beer on rocksMost rappers when they seem to see cheddarKids talkin' about toys and they rapNeed to be paddledI pick your album off the shelfAnd I throw back rhymesDig in my past and stop the salesWith my throwback rhymesI'm the mouthpiece of the NorthI freestyleAnd my sleepin' sound better than thatYou better go enroll in rap collegePray you do good in classI take tissue in the boothCause I dookie on barsDon't let your pride get in the wayI'm coldFool gon' applaud, rookies50-50All freestylesM-O-EIt's in stores nowGo get itEvery store got itChameleonair.comLook out for that chick magnetAnd the color changin' lizardOur solo albumIt's in stores nowThey comin' April 22ndWe droppin' em both on the same dayAnd we ain't trippin', babyAnd Young Road, the nobodyIt's comin' soonGet your mind correctIt's in stores nowLook out for that Income Tax 2K3You feel me?I'm just sayin' thoughLou Hawk on lock50-50 on lockAnd yeah, we holdin' it downIt go down, babyIt's Bobby Boucher, part twoYou already know what we talkin' boutThe color changin' cliqueAnd we runnin' itWhat?And oh yeahYou better check for that Source magazineIt's in stores nowCause we all over that hoeYou feel me?This monthNext monthLast monthWe all up in thereYou know what I'm talkin' boutAnd that's courtesy of J-MillThat boy BooThat boy GottiAnd that boy Carlton WayYou feel me?We all over thereSo you know what I'm sayin'Just check it outCause yeahIt go downYou know who doin' itPaid in fullNot paid in partialNot paid in installmentsIt's paid in fullAnd that's usAnd we runnin' itAnd we doin' itAnd we just holdin' it downYou feel me?Color changin' cliqueClick. We the water boys.