[Intro]
  Gimme a F, "F!"
  Gimme a U, "U!"
  Gimme a C, "C!"
  Gimme a K, "K!"
  
  [Hook]
  We do drugs, Uncle Howie 'til we die
  So long as we alive keep it movin' like a drive by
  We could stack dough sky high
  Listen one to five
  Eighty nine tech nine it's all live
  (2x)
  
  [Ill Bill]
  Yeh yeh I shot Reagan plus I shot Nixon, Non-Phixion
  Fuck up competition like nine car collision
  Now ya arm's missin', you look like the drama from Def Leperd
  The walkin' talkin' death weapon that junk that the head spins
  Peace to the X-Men, eighty nine tech motherfuckin' nine
  I wrote a hundred fuckin' rhymes about these troubled times
  Fuck up ya head like when ya mother dies
  Non-Phixion launch an', you brothers want!
  
  [Goretex]
  The quartet, drop you at ya parents doorstep
  It's G-13 with Mister Goretex government issue
  Run in ya chick Israeli pistols, I'm here to dis you
  All them rhymes that you spit on ya shit don't really fit you
  Non-Phixion we move like rock stars we burnin' cop cars
  Dust the guards tryna top ours Howie he got charged
  Runnin' the label, I twist tits like twin trae deuce
  I'm takin' the stage pissed the fuck off with twin cables
  
  [Sabac Red]
  I spit the confident, zero tolerance splash ya continents
  Future escapades cross the rival dominant, prominent
  Loosed at ya barricade, crush ya masquerade
  Rip ya mask off, make you wish you never stayed
  You fuckin' bitch, I make you fuck ya moms between her tits
  You paganist, rockin' Avirex, suckin' dick and smokin dits
  K-C-R and Lord Seer plus Papito Garcia
  Non-Phixion and we the fuck up outta here