[Intro: Trick Trick]

Yeah!

Smoke Gang!

Aye B-Real! We did it. Primo sent that heat loc! Let's get it! Okay!

[Verse 1: Trick Trick]

Goddamn the OG Primo sent the niggas some heat

Let me get at it

It's real shit, pump ya feel tip

B-Real, Trick Trick

We got it, been had it

Seal in them packages and ship it through the ratchet

Still can't understand how we can just kill shit

They like, "Who the fuck is this nigga?

And how the fuck did he get a beat from Premier?"

Nigga it's here, it's near and dear like this year

And I'ma be loud and clear as ever in my career

Loud?

Speaking of which, put some heat to the spliff

Creep up in the meetin' chief

SmokeGang deep in this bitch

A session in the clouds

Smoking session for the women, Heaven on the ground

Plus I feel a whole lot better with a pound

Everybody good when the check come around

Let's work, just don't get caught sittin' down

If you don't work you don't eat and you gettin' out

Get to it!

[Scratch Chorus]

"Get to it"

"Step into my mind frame, it don't stop"

[Verse 2: B-Real]

Twist to the right and left, we on the grind

On the mind gettin' elevated all of the time

Nothin' can bring me down

Nothin' is out of bounds

Got pounds let me know the amounts

[?] in the hate bit stay hungry

Better stay your motherfuckin' ass away from me

I get higher than most but it don't mean a thing homie

Used to smoke out the board room at Sony

Hit a blunt with Wyclef

He said, "I feel it in my chest"

Wanna lay back mon', Mary do the rest

She knows how to finesse it

Yeah we buddah bless it

If you hit it, then you feel it then you profess it

Like blood in your veins, you need packs of insane

Runnin' out feelin' like you lost the game

One to the brain got a massive kick

Like a track from Premier with the Doc and Trick

[Scratch Chorus]

"Get to it"

"Step into my mind frame, it don't stop"