[Intro: Chef... do it...
Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap Actors, vixens, niggas put kicks in Blood when we hawking, ackward gun that go around curves braze niggas with coffin, yo Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two That speak English, shooting game's bananas in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings Trillians on, yo, my jeans day, yo, body another, my microphone is like Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you us, yo So killers be cool, pimps, read When a grown man is rapping, it's Ill Street Striving, nigga, one side Don't go against totally shit, nigga, baby gonna die Yeah, bank robbers armored up, gear the boys in Heat told one soul to keep quiet
[Interlude: Aiyo, to mother Ya'll better bring ya selfs son, word
When Pun was packing a in back of the Acura I was dealing in them buildings, it wasn't no The witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it Shit is embarrasing, fuck a flow, is a lyrical aquaduct or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up Lyte the MC, I'm 'paper thin', you tripping I'm taking trips, eyes don't lie, take a glimpse Into my life, you see me blazing clips, the green to make it rich With a team scrape the Knicks, and a v that's crazy quick I came to wear my Yankee fitted, for greatness lyrical elevation, causing mental stimulation If I'm too deep, I give you a minute to take in My jewels radiant, like a of the Caymans And thinking you seeing me, who you playing Cor, Mega, raw Fell back, pause, fell Never
Sean Price] P! Shaolin, up?
Price] Aiyo, listen giraffe neck niggas, I blast Alejandro, came through with the Mexican Rap niggas on a whole different aspect Homey, owe me dough, how we fucked up his last check Three train Saratoga, stop, nigga been Metro part the plan, make major figures Foul flagrant, two shots, me the ball back You got shot, get off my sack You not hot, me a call back, niggas is all wack Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I back P, a problem that the God can't handle I set it off First Blood, Sean John Whoooo, as you can see, I'm Camp for life, fuck the G.I. Joe shit Boot Camp is an Army, yet a Navy Marine Air Ones, nigga, the shit's crazy, don't play me