| We gon shut this game down and move unheard
|
| «When ya’ll ready, ready, ready to rock»
|
| We gon shut this game down and move unheard
|
| «Rock with it if you overstand»
|
| We gon shut this game down and move unheard
|
| «When ya’ll ready, ready, ready to rock»
|
| We gon shut this game down and move unheard
|
| «Stop playin mayne, bring it back now»
|
| I Mash Out like Danze and Fame, me and my comrades snatch the game
|
| And blast the flame, the General, that’s the name
|
| I get bills, still snatch the chain, and snatch ya dame
|
| Where I’m from, we all act the same
|
| I move ninja before you can flash the frame
|
| Gangsta boogie, up jumps the boogie
|
| With twin Glock nines and a Champion hoodie
|
| Yo thats me in the grind, I’m always gritty
|
| Staten Island, I represent New York City
|
| And where I come from, son it ain’t no joke
|
| There’s fires in the building, you get killed by smoke
|
| And if you not alert, it’s like Berlin, when we goin bezerk
|
| Hustlin again, puttin in hard work
|
| Time to bring everybody back together like it’s the new church
|
| New Mass!
|
| Jets in the city, my rep get checks in the city
|
| With all my connects in the city, my set get gritty
|
| Name hold weight like I bench seven fifty, you craps better get me
|
| We gon ride for it, do or die for it
|
| Catch a homicide for it, never swicth sides for it
|
| Might spit a clip in your face
|
| We hungry, we eats the crumbs and lick plates
|
| Now when the Europeans came, we flexed our skills
|
| We used to be poor, but now we pay the bills
|
| Some of ya’ll vultures rob and kill just to eat
|
| We in the streets, tryin to live our lives
|
| Me and my hood peoples in the hills like East Berlin
|
| Hold pens through hotels, mountain lions
|
| Move on them like they did to the Mayans
|
| Big irons for the sake of those thats at rest
|
| Lebanon Don, Inspectah Deck
|
| These niggas don’t understand us, but show us respect
|
| Joe Young, Wu-Tang, gonna bubble you hard
|
| You weaklings, I told ya’ll niggas from the start
|
| We’ll tear you apart, you know what I’m sayin?
|
| Come through in the black Navigator, come out, spray ya
|
| Only thugs get shook, fuck the mayor
|
| This is meyhem, third world war shit
|
| Ya’ll niggas want competition, buy my rap kit
|
| Peace to Banga, Danja and Deck
|
| These are Urban Icons, nigga, show respect before I show you the tech
|
| I’m duckin high, niggas stay low
|
| Before I step through you niggas like the Stargate hole
|
| Who want war? |
| Smash ya face on the floor
|
| Take from the rich and give to the poor
|
| I rhyme sick, I shoot because of Sickamore
|
| Your hoe wants dick or more
|
| I’m on some shit, like, stick em all, kick in the door |