[Q] Forever united, we walkin this planet of gasses   True to all my niggas till my life span passes   [S] With the (shhh) sound of the pyro camp   You's a fool if you try to get the Psycho amped   [J] We could stomp, give it a loud clap {*clap clap, clap*}   Champ chomp the competition, full back tackle   ya quaterback   [Q] We tight like ten virgins in a Porsche   double parked car, Miagi's wax on technique   couldn't block ours   [S] Like dark scars, my fam stays on my skin   beginning to never end   there's many different ways I'ma win   [J] My brain jiggle in pickled jars   Brooknam phenomenan, Worf   a lush in bars, black fingers splittin cigars   [S] Shittin in bars with a crazed smell   Lord praise Swel!   'Cause time is 11:34 when I'ma raise hell   and truly I'll react and you will get   attacked world-wide   My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back?   [Q] No question, like, like.. The Roots   without their drummer   You step up in a relay, son you got ya'self a runner   Targeting the government, you got ya'self a gunner   We breakin through the surface 'cause we   tunneled through the under      [Chorus 2x:]   In the club, we got it locked   We, WOOOOH!   Only if we should, then we rock   We, WOOOOH!   Rollin through ya hood or ya block   We, WOOOOH!   Louder! WOOOOH!   Prouder! WOOOOH!      [S] Remain calm, ladies on line because we gettin   our game on, and anybody breakin up   the hustle and they gone   [Q] Like Schwarzenegger biceps, the family stay strong   Nothin you can say wrong, we righteous   speak the same slang   Microphone spit unite us, love to all the fam   and give a fuck who don't like us   [J] We thorn coated our hearts, so I rock   invisible horns   Sworn heat raised deceased, got niggas screaming   "Ya dead wrong!" Snatch the hoochies ice   she's twice the chicken I am   You ain't a playa, trade ya foodstamps   Tell ya baby dad to buy 'em   [S] Rollin with us, ain't no need to keep a low profile   We could all go wild and keep the po-po out   We can liven up the party, drink all up the Bacardi   Dance and move ya bodies with hotties to Ladi-dadi   [Q] +We don't cause trouble+, 'less you want the bubble   popped double, what you gonna drop? Zepplin kid   We gonna rock, Arsonists fam, global relatives   connecting world-wide, thanks for pyromaniacs   investin   [J] Somebody gonna fry in here tonight!   Too many niggas that like to fight,   hang tight and that ain't right!      (Chorus 2x)      "I bet you made that up by yourself"