Lyrics:

"Chorus: Welcome to the Looptroopland where I grew up man./ Don't dare to trespass you get chewed up and,/ spit out on the floor. You gon' do what man?/ Not a damn thing with your screwed up plans./ Welcome to the Looptroopland burning Ku Klux Klan./ Shine a light in the dark, time we move up man./ Touching hearts and heads like only true love can./ Ain't nothing sweet though, you don't want my crew god damn!

Welcome to a real live show where the stars shine bright./
You should be happy right now, we're servin' bars to bite./
See this is how we roll whether cars or bikes./
You gotta pump it real loud or you might cause a fight./
Because your people wanna hear this, their people wanna hear this,/
and the police they fear this so of course they wanna hear this./
You're nowhere near this too slow to catch up,/
been around the world twice before you asked whutup./
Wack as fuck you open your gap too much./
Shut up and let us bless the crowd with some real master cuts:/
"What are the leaders afraid of?"/
Looptroop crew I tell you straight up./
Got my weight up - fully loaded nutsack./
Backpacker hiphop knock you out your rucksack./
Say: Fuck that! If we a hard act to follow./
Fuck that! Cus we are all that and y'all know/
'who's pickin' up the beautiful blondes, droppin' musical bombs,/
while you bitchin' in your beauty salons./
You one minute fools - with two minute songs,/
can't fuck with the troop - we got too many songs!

Chorus

Fuck y'all! We in here, ain't going nowhere./
Fuck y'all! We out there takin' care of binniz./
Take it to the streets if you feel like you can finish/
off what you started. This beat is four minutes/
of beef performed in it's purest form and it's/
got kids all over the world supporting it./
Your label got you gassed up in hype now you caught in it./
We're at their office right now extorting it!/
Your gimmick is now to sit down and shut it,/
when I spit something with your chick on my nuggets./
Answer y'all with your mothers! I ain't wastin' no time./
you can beef with the boys I got women to wine,/
but I ain't spendin' a dime - I ain't standin' in line./
You the babblin' kind - while I'm handlin' mine./
Yo I spit it this time ain't no roadblock strong enough./
You and your crew is fallin' off when we're formin' up./
Before you know it we out on the freeway,/
windows down, burnin' 250 and we say: Welcome'

Chorus

Welcome to where business is pleasure, and it's business as usual./
You bitches still hatin', well the feeling is mutual./
Welcome to the land of possibilities - where anyone can meet cop hostility./
No hospitality, no milk and honey./
Ain't no love in the land of filthy money./
This is the land of two way communication,/
cus you got the right to say no before they smash your face in./
It's a nice place to go for a vacation./
They book your room with no view down at the station./
This is the place where everything we say is true,/
and no matter what the government is here for you and you./
Welcome to a world of freedom fighters where we don't fight fair,/
cus this is where they turn your dreams into your worst nightmares,/
and put a bullet in your belly if you act up kid./
It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live - in the'

Chorus "