Released on September 21, 1993

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[Verse 1: A.L.T.]

Let's get down to the nitty gritty

It's a stone cold world and a even worse city

And if you ever wanna trip

I got a automatic doozy with a filled up clip

So come take a trip through the hood with me

You might be surprised of what you see

Like Flaco, sniffin' up the coca

Or a bitch who sucking dick for a rock, we call her loca

A little kid throwing up gang signs

Standing on the corner, sellin' nickels and dimes

I'm rollin' by, and I'm hittin' my switch

And if you talking shit, then I'm flipping a bitch

And hopping out the ride with the automatic toys

Chains and bats, and a whole lot of homeboys

And we all straight G's

The name is A.L.T and don't fuck with these


[Break: Tony G]

"These nuts"

"These nuts"


[Verse 2: A.L.T.]

I'm rollin' through the streets in a stolen van

Who's the man, with the master plan

The mean motherfucker straightin' G'in

The one with the gun in a fuckinG museum

And the dress getting tossed out

And if you writin' your name on the wall, was getting crossed out

With the R.I.P. next to it

I know you didn't think that I would but I'd do it

It's a trip, better not slip

Run for your gun as I make the hit

Your ship just sank, I just go blank

And if you come through my hood, you better bring a tank

So fuck all the masquerades

Cause A.L.T kill more fools than AIDS

It's a sickness I do it with the quickness ease

The name is A.L.T and don't fuck with these


[Break: Tony G]

"These nuts"

"These nuts"

"These nuts"

"These nuts"


[Verse 3: A.L.T]

You just won a trip to the wild wild west

Hotel accommodations with a gat in a vest

So one o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, Glock

The undercover cop just moved up the block

I can go psycho like Norman Bates

And make 'em motherfuckers see the pearly gates

I wanna pump your ass with a pound of led

Just ask Tiny, Unknown Or Kevin Kev

A cop busted, then I said, "Freeze"

And if I smoke his ass, I'm on a sell CDs

But if I let him live and try to be positive

The critics'll love me, the paychecks ugly

BOOM, he falls to the ground

He's bleeding from the mouth and he's making a fucked up sound

And then I'm gone with the wind like a breeze

The name is A.L.T so don't fuck with these


[Break: Tony G]

"These nuts"

"These nuts"

"These nuts"

"These nuts"