Lyrics:

{You got it - *4X*, I know you got..}

[Posdnuos]
The right to remain silent
Anything you say can be used
Chopped up, stretched and fused, with other shit to get
The desired effect to win, let us begin

{You got it - *4X*, I know you got..}

[Dove]
Yeahs my mellow, we glow like snow yellow
Byprints anticipate, smiley face prints in it
{You got) The nerve to spit flows, eyes closed
Youre out of your lane, Im runnin with my windows tinted
{You got) A closed mind with locks on the gate
{You got) A bag of life filled with dead weight
{You got) Your priorities mixed up, we fixed up
Bobbity throwings burn MCs date

{You got it - *4X*, I know you got..}

[Butta Verses]
Toucan Sam, what you spittin isnt written
Like last months baby clothes, it aint fittin
{You got) To upgrade to the top fades
Bringin big body ink sticks, bottom of the page
{You got) To step in a little hotter these days
{You got) Swampfoot, I heard it started in the Glades
{You got) Two of the best and one of the newest
Who stay mile high with a stewardess doin it

[repeat 4X]
{You got it) [Pos] You know I got it

{I know you got..}

[Posdnuos]
A degree in braggin, an art to bag
Any lady to get her back to the room
{You got) A wife at home with a knife that long cuts
For cuttin up Im in the emergency room
{You got) Styles in place, Long Island bass
{You got) A major tour all over the place
{You got) The knack to keep those who lack
Out of the mainframe of the game, you know what they say

{You got it - *4X*, I know you got..}

[Butta Verses]
TROUBLE! Take that chance to make double
Cant knock the hustle but scoped you like the Hubble
{You got) Pulled over on I-95
Flashlights right in your eyes, step outside
{You got) Weed in your tray and coke in yo trunk
{You got) Nowhere to run he opened it up
{You got) A lot of regret, caught cant jet
Got a five year sentence, aint finished two yet

[Dove]
{You got) Time money and work, to do it everytime
Im workin money here since Im give in no time
{You got) Crime niggas who designin my commitments
See I honor this my niggas I committed no crime
{You got) Good credit and plans for next year
{You got) Drunk once on the Grey Goose and beer
{You got) Dry flows that got you sippin on these daquiris
Im sayin what exactly your ears wanna hear

[repeat 4X]
{You got it) [Pos] I know you got it

{I know you got..}

[Posdnuos]
The aches and pains for cravin for some De La Soul shit
To whip yo ass back into shape
{You got) To hold tight, the album soon come
For now, take a bite from out of this mixtape
{You got) To cop this so pay the fee
{You got) Soul cause youre listenin to the 3 MCs
Rock the Kangol and Kwelis
But dont break this break {*scratch: break, down*}