Chorus:
  [Pace Won]
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  
  [Az-Izz]
  Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
  Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
  Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
  Outz in a fear of family presents
  Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
  To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
  Stay skeed off laced weed
  I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
  Rolling box of Tracies
  
  [Pace Won]
  Call a go-go dancer
  Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
  Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
  Once for my cock, twice for my block,
  I got it locked like handcuffs
  Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
  Swing a blow you can't duck
  Throw up your hands, what?
  Nobody on earth could see Pacer
  I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
  
  Chorus
  
  [Slang Ton]
  I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
  Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
  And if you ever wanna get a deal
  You should either OD off skill pills
  Or steal my reel-to-reel
  Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
  I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
  Outsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames is
  And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges
  
  [Eminem]
  I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
  I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
  Right off the top, then go back to the top
  And then repeat it (Ha)
  Write it down on the paper
  And still be able to read it (Sorry)
  I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
  I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
  I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
  I been down with the Outz for ten thou-sand years
  ([Pace Won] So dunn, here?)
  Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
  Lauryn, huh? Hill?
  ([Pace won] There's more than one? IIIllll)
  What? You want me to stop? Here?
  
  Chorus
  
  [Young Zee]
  Yea
  Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
  Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
  Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
  Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
  Yea, we all of the a volumes
  What be the outcome?
  We selling twenty million albums
  Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
  You fell off, and had to take your five mic
  And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
  
  [Axe]
  It's the A, the X, the E
  Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
  F' with we, what you expect to see
  Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
  Bet they find my pistol next to me
  My dick is giving ecstasy
  Shit I say, spread like leprosy
  I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
  Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
  Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
  Yo follow, never question me
  
  Chorus
  
  [Pace Won]
  C'mon yo
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up