[Intro: Buddha Monk (Lee-Major)]

Aiyo son.. what's up man?

I'm sayin though son, we gotta do this tonight

When I get off the phone with you, you call Dragon

I'll call (Delta1), Layza, Dungeon

Yo we definitely gotta call them niggas

You heard what I'm sayin, Layza? You heard that?

Hold up.. you hear that shit, son? (Yeah)

Yo yo lemme call you back, I gotta investigate this shit

Lemme call you back, nigga, I'll call you back, shit

[Buddha Monk]

Yo what the fuck is goin on? Who's this nigga on my line?

Yo you're tappin on my convo so now you must die (hahahah)

I heard you whisperin, tellin the next man

About my thirty G plan, you want half? Go get a band

Ah man, now you got some shit on your hand

Shoulda kept ya mouth shut but ya fumbled my plan

Just back up man, you see that spot? That's where you gon' land

Don't want none of yo' bud to land on me or my man

Just why did you do it? Now you're leakin, lettin out fluids

Chopped ya body up, gave it to my dunn, "You know what to do with it"

Move quickly and make sure nobody got their eye on us

You keep your eye on me, then nigga you will die by me

It's the black ghost, wanted by most, rockin the two toast

Street corner holder, bury you and your dog

Do you know when I'm comin through

Why I blast quick at you and ya whole crew?

Lights out, what you niggas really gon' do?

Fuck you and yo' crew (X3)

[Chorus X2: Buddha Monk]

Who's that? (I don't know)

What he want? (He wants you)

What he talk about? (It's been a little miscommunication)

Shut him down (Right now?)

Why's that? (He snaked out

Grab the nigga by his head and punch him dead in his mouth)

[Drunken Dragon]

Uh-huh, I'm hearin you but none of that ain't makin no sense

Cuz you gossip, a slip of the lip could sink ships

Shouldn't try to be down, if ya can't hold sound

Stay silent, niggas lookin for you, they made violent

Said you talked too much shit and ain't even a killa

Hang around a crowd of niggas and don't nobody feel ya

Get used 'til ya no use, rock like hundred proof

Now they're gonna turn tables like 2Pac in Juice

Ya jumped into death more of less at any time

Here's a vest and a nine, the best that I could find

Cuz I seen it comin, I told you, Manchuz is who I gun wit

Other than that you keep runnin

Don't try to play hero in the year '00

If communication ain't graspin then take action (action)

[Lee-Major]

Aiyo tap into that first thought

That got you askin questions, way beyond yo' knowledge

Hit me back if you wanna holla (Who you?)

Listen, talk in codes cuz they all snitchin

My henchmen is underground, breakin the sound barrier

Microchips abusive, tap into thoughts when exclusive

It's Lee Major with the double-oh flow

Miscommunicate and create a next code

Hold on my shoes is ringin, I got you thinkin

My special forces is visa versa like the Lord

I'm well connected, B.K., N.Y. and accepted

I'll see you later, signin out, Lee Major

[Interlude: Buddha Monk]

Oh this passage, I've been wantin you, girl

[Chorus X2]

[Born U Majesty]

I'ma set the record straight when I fumigate ya mindstate

On that bullshit you told off to Jakes

Statements and all, wrotten in PaperMate

And all of my calls goin back to '88

The ones I made from B.K. to Morgan State

And this dumb-ass bitch who called me from Motel 8

Who said she brought a key but received a big ape

Let's talk in codes, cuz they snitchin

We teleport heavy thoughts in kitchens

Run over track, arm extension

Galaxies were born on life legend

The fuck you tellin 'em?

I'm the holy five percent, what the fuck you tellin 'em?

I'm the holy five percent..

[Dungeon Masta]

Fuck that, nobody move

Yo, it's that mad mic distributor

Invaded all areas, the verbal tone rhyme polluter

I'm takin all ya jewels so throw it up like "What?"

Before I have to put this hole up in ya guts

Ya just a laligag, put you in the bath for playin hero

I clip more nines than movies made by DeNiro

Zero ass niggas, no cash niggas

In order for you to make a sale, take a stash, nigga

Dungeon Masta be on some new shit for y'all bitches

Don't try to plot on me bitches, we'll bury you bitches

Who the fuck you think you talkin to?

Kinda like visual at ya wake

Make no mistake, nor miscommunicate

[Interlude: Buddha Monk]

Hello? Yo is there anybody here?

Yo what the fuck happened?

You know what, bitch? Test the phone!

This rank shit ain't callin no more

All them niggas tryin to tell on my shit

That talk is rampid!

[Chorus X2]

[Outro: Phone call sample (Buddha Monk)]

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(Shut the fuck up, bitch! Stankin ass bitch!)