[Chorus: Smokey & Bunge]
What you need? We got enough of it
Guaranteed to get you stuck on it
If there's any beef in the streets we never run from it
Pay up n***a, ain't shit free, so drop a buck on it
What you need? We got enough of it (What)
Guaranteed to get you stuck on it
Fillin' poppy seed to get G's, we on the hunt for it
Pay up n***a, ain't shit free so drop a buck on it

[Verse 1: Bunge]
Live from the Terradome, this feel like 9/11 again
Buildings breaking and bystanders getting perished again
Militants marching, the Marshall Law is about to begin
We ready for war and moving out how the refugees did
The world is twisted, the youth is losing they head like a guillotine
Generation look like a Thriller scene
Nothing but walking zombies off of the prometh, percs, and the mollies, ODing in lobbies at 17
And you nothing short of an internet meme that's circling around the web
From doing bonehead shit and chasing ridiculous dreams
Following apeshit crafts, just so you could fit in
And if you die you probably come back just to do it again
You stupid n***as give a fuck if a crib or your group is bigger
Just 'cause you tripping with Ice it don't make you the coolest n***a
I'm Eazy-E in the [?] I always been a ruthless n***a
Pullin' up and serving up to the fiends, n***a we got what you need
[Chorus: Smokey & Bunge]
What you need? We got enough of it
Guaranteed to get you stuck on it
If there's any beef in the streets we never run from it
Pay up n***a, ain't shit free, so drop a buck on it
What you need? We got enough of it (What)
Guaranteed to get you stuck on it
Fillin' poppy seed to get G's, we on the hunt for it
Pay up n***a, ain't shit free so drop a buck on it

[Outro: Smokey & Bunge]
'Cause you know, how we do
It be the POC when we come through
We got the recipe, yes we do
And fuck the industry, 'cause we don't need you
(We don't need you, we don't need you)