[Ghostface Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm hood I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Louch The narcotics is far garbage Whether it's cold or it's August My shit is cuz I catch the harvest My little cousin bubble Swatches and a couple oxes Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it You know, we be the boys the graveyard shift Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the spliff My man, jumps out the whip with the A.R. And we barred from plenty of cuz we start shit Parole hoes, six in the box My little sister got her head off She it home from shop We cartons, Pampers, Similac formula it take because the paper keep calling ya Gangstas keep for sure, we want more We make it from the tech and wop The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough for us To slow us up, they hit us with they rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs Three-hundred pound nigga, po-po has to him up They say that my projects shall therapy We voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
P] The ill rap niggaz kill Destroy shit but able to build Come fuck with the Coward, better your part This shit'll lace yo' Get hit with a dart And you better live this shit to Or be to pull it Or be hit with a B. Sig' The ill rap niggaz kill Destroy shit but they able to Come fuck the real
[Beanie It's the Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack bullets burn like tequila no chase My knifework a guillotine sword cutting Niggaz fronting for my Killa Beez swarm something Bzzz, empty out the whole clip then Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a stove Yeah, and I'm all that bullshit The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the I a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a Ain't no telling I do for a dollar Pop a nigga right in front of his Son a nigga in front of his daughter And I'm like the father He couldn't from these nuts I got Or see suck this cock I know of y'all wouldn't understand Get it... get it... Yeah, some niggaz will, and niggaz won't Like niggaz kill, and some niggaz don't You'se a fake you make it type of nigga I'm a straight up take it of nigga Pistol a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga I'm hard on chumps, most dudes is fags Put the guard on punks, push the broom up ass Or the knife American meat American Sig', it's Muslim, so I feeling Bush overseas I think the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you have to cut me out the track cancer I can't stop, stop, this how we do it from Philly to Shaolin All my niggaz in (Yeah nigga)
Childs] Guns imported from Dubai, wheelchairs and Snapples and pretty scapals Renaissance, I'll stick a in ya gut at the chapel Or blow a for a box of Huggies Cop with a box of dummies Gummies, to the project floors Niggaz is suited up and we for war