[Chorus: Hell Razah] 
You got my back, I got your front 
From the start to finish 
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants 
Take my back, got your front 
From the start to finish 
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants 
Got your back, take my front 
From the start to finish 
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants 
Got my back, got your front 
From the start to finish 
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants 
 
[Shyheim] 
I'm a N.W.A. with nineteen shot glizzy 
I'm all thugged and Krazyie, Layzie, Flesh, Wish and Bizzy 
I'm too wild, you don't wanna see my act up 
Police gotta call the national guard for back up 
My shit don't stink, I never touch my link 
Shyheim never sleepin, my eyes just cheat me 
And my army moves same, same 
 
[Hell Razah] 
Stick him for his mink 
Yall niggaz on some frontin shit, amped off a drink 
Money like to bring truck, bomb you till you faint 
I roll with top rank, soon to judge the angels sing 
 
[Shyheim] 
I'm ghetto like ?sun-do?, Wu-Tang Clansman 
We banned from the tunnel,  
 
[Hell Razah] 
We're scorin touchdowns, well yall wack rappers fumble 
 
[Shyheim] 
And talk about the projects, we never see you come through 
Catch em at their shows, their hidin in a limo 
 
[Hell Razah] 
We claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros 
We're dirty street heros in the six double zeros 
 
[Shyheim] 
Benz, glocks with the infer-red lenses 
Money over bitches, like P, I'm infamous 
 
[Hell Razah] 
Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together 
Like the current census 
 
[Shyheim] 
We're co-defendants, society's menace 
I became a Jon Doe, so I be printed 
 
[Chorus: Shyheim] 
 
[Hell Razah] 
Aiyyo, it's war faces, I see outside the court cases 
See the first chapter become the bone body fracture 
I roll with player haters, down to mat rafters 
Out to put the gat to anybody playin after 
Climbin up ?Jacken's? latter, the common factor 
Red hook, never shake hooks or get you shit took 
Black hook indian givers with a sick hook 
 
[Shyheim] 
Hit with the book, I was hit with the book 
I'm a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm 
It's like she said, "I'm a bad mother fucker" 
When she read my palms, I did armed fuckin felony 
And with my moms tellin me, a twenty-seven D.V.D. 
For reals and mad man, in a instant a raider 
Is where we stash the grills 
It's all about the hundred dollar bills, Nigga what 
If shorty pushes you big, I stick it in her butt 
 
[chorus x2: both]