Lyrics:

(Ja Rule: Talking)
We 'bout to do the damn thing, you know
Roll that shit up, pop that shit
Pass that quarter, nigga
Haha, it's the CMC

Everybody wanna fly, hiiigh
Aim for the hills now
The Rain go drip on down, Sugar
All over you, heeey

(Jody Mack)
Aiyyo, I figure if I'm goin' out, fuck it, I'm goin' all in
Straight to the, top of the world where it ain't no fallin'
My inner self is warnin, Chris Black it's like chill
But you know about Jody, oh Jody get ill
But now here I go, fallin' down the hill, nigga tumblin
Thirsty than a muh'fucka, butterflies rumblin
The sunshine comin' in, my eyes still rainin
I'm focused real hard but the numbness remainin
1, 2, 2, 4, 5 hours pain
Spend up the gas station, tank still for of gas
Oh Lord, it's what I'm in but I want it to stop
I got my rain coat on and really want it to pop
A nigga humble, but you know a nigga Jody won't eat
It's real crazy on the hill where the homies don't sleep
I seen a full moon, made a left, jammed on the breaks
Hit the curb, crashed and burned, damn it was too late

(O-1)
I feel like I'm smok-in, cause the way you make me feel
Like I need - goin', I'm so open, I'm tryna stay focused
But I'm livin' it up, fourth way model, bitches and up!
Take you outta my Ferrari baby, burnin the clutch!
It's a little, don't give a fuck about, rappin' it up!
I'm just, eager to fuck!
You know me it's O-1, quick to pop 1 or 2, bitches
Makin' it easy to come for you, bitches
You know how a nigga penetrate
Grabbin you buy the waste, fuckin' 4 to 8
That's us, ass up
You lookin' so good that a nigga can't pass up
But the way my nigga feelin', I can't respond to the touch
Tired as fuck, man, sweatin like a son of a bitch
Can't even love you, damn

(Ja Rule)
Everybody wanna fly hiiigh, over the hill tops
But knowin' everythings about slidin down through the raindrops
Phase pop and pose sakin, 'bout to run outta patience
Everything is a blur, heart racin
Mind over matrix, Heavenly Father
Devilishly I really got a low key car
But it's harder then to pass, peer pressure in all the masses
When all the kids is goin' on class trips, caught acid
Listenin to hard rock classic, bangin' they head on walls
Then go blamin them for that shit
The mind could be hazardous, when it's influenced
By substance abusive music for people to go use it
But, I was alike, like a tint on a window
Everything is darker, just a little bit harder
So when the wind blow, I wistle in the willows
On the top of the hill, 'cause I know