[Noreaga - keep it grimy! (get with that shit) What y'all niggaz get y'all gets murder unit (murder unit) or unit (burn unit) Get a real fuckin life unit (real fuckin unit) A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN (CNN!) My Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours) We out y'all (what!) Yo, yo.. we out y'all!
Capone-N-Noreaga] [N] I say I don't really give a [C] Why do don't really give the [N] Cause I don't give a fuck [C] So we don't really give the [N] You gon' with me? [C] Hell [N] What son what!? You gon' with me? [C] yeah [N] What son what!? You gon' with me? [C] yeah [N] son what!? You gon' ride with me? [C] yeah [N] son what!? You gon' die with me? [C] Hell [N] son what!?
Right every I stack another war, story and track down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack Some strive to be the man but never it that's the granted further What you playin the game, who gonna slash worker Some'll pray to Jesus, I to Jes to free us Don't look for bail Rufus bail Court When a holla "Father you sure?" never sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail I been as real as I stealin free I got the greats from this old man give me and, I made a move from a plan new land (fuck a blue van) My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the that I lead (I lead) Do crime in New York, money and Gentleman talk, ball like Hawk No respect, this on the stacks of the I started off in the street thing, it's on
[M.A.Z.E.] Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the Its no room, no BI for in the game See me I, where it pop Off the chain my diss and it rocks Movin the same is the the spot I'm hot, rock from the bottom to top Grizzy, let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes To off the killer in me Me and six will slick it (through it) river to the con do it I see Don P calm as me, spazin dead on your cheek green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere Get to say my in the air Niggaz pipe down, put they mic scared that we ain't even drop yet Yet year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest) The projects, I rep to my (rep it nigga!) X'd out hoes, we (X'd out hoes!) We ain't or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
[Chorus] - Noreaga adlibs
Keep the Mac under the To niggaz ready to creep And my niggaz with heat Like the hook go - son what!? Like the go - what son what!? See me in the though With a hood though, a little puppet And we no good though Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the Niggaz don't need no I rather, get head, I need no ass Fuck all of y'all, don't really rep for me I mean you, and you the set for me I'm in different vicinities, high with your enemies So niggaz better playin Before I get the and just start sprayin your block on lock, so now you go Nigga, I bricks like my name Alpo
It's no rumor what you about us in clubs Or freight some Blood No vest the shot for your mug Snake niggaz hear the move, every they get Rap I'ma dead 'em on the advance they get Hustlin niggaz, I y'all Uptown as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down Ya niggaz, got it Pop bottles and Might fit, make you out of your jewels A more richer Every sixteenth spit a little more Rap for M.A.Z.E. that's my nigga I it for the streets My bitches and freaks, four to twenty G's Thugging week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin We off the yell dogg, the entire this song Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, out strong, motherfucker
Huh? Huh? We say son what!? Huh? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker) Yeah, yeah; we say son what!? Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say son what!? Huh? Huh? Huh? yeah, we say what son what!? Burn unit, unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four's What
continues to adlib in background*}
[Funkmaster Flex - over end of Yeah, baby! Out! Shout to Martin Moore Shout to my man Things is happenin Sixty of Funk Volume Four (okay) Shout to Irv (ill sound, murder)