(feat. Mr. Real) [Prime Minister] I'm bout to step up to the plate and take my swing [the brother go ahead] Time to blow your mind, my time to shine
growin up I want you to know son, your the apple of my eye Cream of the crop, spittin image of your daddy prime Blessed in every way and every fashion Prime
[Chorus: x9] All riders [Prime Minister] Someone put the key in the egnition start me up Theres bout to be a lynchin on the Devil posse up We's bout
of a hummer Duckin down sayin Prime where's the Bibles at [ ] Up we be up buck buck shots right out M-16 Thomas machine spittin knowledge ring out So
