| Hey, what’s up | 
| Lil' Rob and Shadow | 
| The Mayhem Click | 
| Comin' at you once again | 
| Ha heh | 
| Let the Mayhem begin | 
| Que Hubole | 
| Dos cero tres | 
| Otra vez en tu area | 
| Causando desmadre | 
| Ponte trucha | 
| As I enter | 
| I’m gonna represent the | 
| Mayhem Click | 
| So let the Mayhem begin | 
| You fools need to quit | 
| Playa-hatin' on these two | 
| Individuals | 
| Versatile criminals | 
| 203 be the penal code | 
| M-A, Y, H, E, M | 
| Two bald headed Mexicans | 
| In your area, scarin' ya, starin' ya | 
| I’m darin' ya | 
| Come with me and see mass hysteria | 
| Witness | 
| What we go through | 
| What | 
| Would you do | 
| If you did, what we do, you’d be through, stuck like glue | 
| Fool | 
| You could never come close, east or west coast | 
| Worldwide, known for the flows, that we’ve thrown | 
| We have shown | 
| The people how it’s done, we do it just for fun | 
| While drinkin' redrum like a vet from Vietnam | 
| Droppin' bombs like The Gap Band | 
| And give a grin | 
| I feel the need to sin | 
| Now let the Mayhem begin | 
| What’s up | 
| You reached Shadow’s voice mail | 
| Do what you gotta do after the tone, and uh | 
| I’ll called you back as soon as I can | 
| Hey, what’s up Shadow, this is Rob, fool | 
| You know, we got some fools actin' stupid over here, homie, so uh | 
| Get back at me as soon as you can | 
| Gotta show 'em what we are all about, homie | 
| Let the Mayhem begin, que no? | 
| Kickin' down doors | 
| What? | 
| And back for more | 
| Damn | 
| Would you like more | 
| Uh uh | 
| Of what we have store | 
| Wars and battles | 
| Lil' Rob and Shadow | 
| Are you the one to tattle when they playin' under gravel | 
| Desperados | 
| Este lado | 
| Armados como soldados, pelones | 
| Matones descontrolado dos Mexicanos tumbados | 
| Encabronados malos, like Al Capone, I be chingon | 
| When we get on the microphone, we hold our own | 
| So leave it alone | 
| We explode | 
| Like a time bomb | 
| So watch us tick | 
| Mayhem Click | 
| We be sick | 
| Dos cero tres, represent, huh | 
| We be reveal our own estilo | 
| There’s no bouncin' by the ounces | 
| Man, we drop it by the kilo | 
| Ain’t no need for all this envy | 
| Let me get my automatic | 
| Gettin' rid of static | 
| Can’t happen, my habbit is gettin' dramatic, can’t stand it | 
| God dammit | 
| I have it | 
| Mixed in with my blood | 
| A warrior til the end | 
| Now let the Mayhem begin | 
| Hey, what’s up, you reached Lil Rob’s voice mail | 
| Go ahead and drop me a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I get a | 
| chance to | 
| Alright then | 
| I’m out | 
| Hey, what’s up Rob | 
| Got your message, dawg | 
| Meet me at Amichi Park, eight o’clock sharp | 
| Get ready for some drama cause, uh | 
| We gotta show 'em what it’s all about | 
| Thank you for calling | 
| Here we come once again, droppin' flames as we begin to | 
| Tear the show apart, dos cero tres, comin' at you | 
| Traigo mas desmadre que los vientos de ese nino | 
| Quemo a todos de volada como punta de cerillo | 
| Mi estilo | 
| Es unico | 
| Can nobody fade it | 
| Be creative, player haters, and to (???) | 
| Dedicated to the fans, worldwide, one time | 
| For your mind, I guarantee, that rhymes like these, you’ll never find | 
| Always ready with plenty for any type of showdown | 
| Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob, bringing sounds to your town | 
| We be down to the fullest | 
| And fool, I thought you knew this | 
| That when Mayhem’s on the mission, we get rid of competition | 
| Keep on wishin' | 
| And we’ll just keep dismissin' | 
| Now listen | 
| To the baddest, droppin' bars, just like a prison | 
| Like Samson, we attack | 
| But ain’t no tellin' when | 
| Til the skies are gettin' cloudy | 
| Mold you rowdy, let the Mayhem begin | 
| Outro: | 
| What’s up, dawg | 
| What’s up, homie | 
| Hey, check out that suburban right there, holmes | 
| Which one, the black one? | 
| Yeah, he’s following us, shit, check it out | 
| What you wanna do? | 
| Let’s just walk up to him and | 
| Fuck him | 
| From the sides? | 
| Yeah, let’s do what we do | 
| Let’s do it | 
| Alright | 
| Hey, what’s up? | 
| What’s up, what you want? | 
| Your life, ese | 
| We got shot fired on the 2100 Apocuny Street | 
| It appears to be, two male hispanics heading south in a black '91 Accord | 
| Proceed with caution, I repeat | 
| Proceed with caution | 
| Armed and dangerous | 
| They will react to any type of confrontation (Confrontation…) |