[T Love]  
 Tired of all these WANNA BEEZ  
 Get away  
  
 Plates  nobody knows the name  nobody knows the pain  
 The fame's last on list  
 Can't get paid with mic in the syst'  
 Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole  
 These stories are told  when I was like  
 ten y years old  won't be mad if it don't go gold  
 I could gives a fuck  
 Still cut my zit  and gives it all to soul  
 I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes  
 Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke?  
 I'm stronger than straight with no chase  
 Emcees I step to's like a staircase  
 Kick em to the bottom like BASS  
 Let that ink sink into your vellum  
 Open up your eyes then I swell em  
  
 Chorus: T-Love and Chali 2na  
  
 [T] Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah  
 [T&2] Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese  
 "Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"  
 [T] Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah  
 [T&2] Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's  
 "Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"  
  
 [Chali 2na]  
 Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly  
 but it's a travesty  
 You're sellin millions of records  
 but you a crab emcee  
 Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please  
 Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees  
 Heh, there's a disease in your lecture  
 Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck  
 Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file  
 when I shoot the style I'm givin root canals  
 Now which of you punks be amongst me  
 To let the funk free, I keep my composition junk free  
 Consistently, like your monthly  
 Plus I'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me - down  
 Kickin freeze in the soundbooth  
 Wanna-Beez, be on they knees to get down  
 Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old  
 When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold  
 Like that  
  
 Chorus w/ variations  
  
 [T-Love]  
 No time's narrowin  
 I don't be flippin with the heroin, like Errol Flynn  
 See I can fly, high up in the sky  
 Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why?  
 Cause Baton Rouge blues, don't compare  
 to Malibu, you, can have anything you choose  
 Yet you all up in this B-Girl's news  
 Tryin to wear shoes  
 All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity  
 to transfix, to culturist  
 You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks  
 but, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch  
 Jockin Wu-Tang, don't know new slang  
 Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang  
 All B-Boys and Girls will soon see  
 That you are, a, wanna, be  
  
 Chorus 2X w/ variations   Chali 2na in last  
  
 [Chali 2na]  
 Wanna-Beez emcees, they aim to please  
 2na Fish and T-Love, like that, hah