[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I rep New York, we above the rest
Whippin the double R [?] best
fu*k all you hoes, get a grip, motherfu*ker
If mines don't shoot, Pistol P gon cut ya
Slay hit me up, said he need [?] Fat Joe again
So I pull a mask and the straps, now I'm going in
Mind on my money, and money bring the problems
See my nine never funny, wasn't laughing when I shot him
Summertime in the city, when the boddies drop
Your enomies will throw a party like it's Marty Gra
ni**a I'm right here, you know right where
BX New York, [?]
I'm liable to bring a lyer to a [?]
[?] push the iron on an off night
Slay got the streets locked, Mello got the guard pass
Told him 13 for the half, and he brought it back
[Chorus: Rell]
It's not a game , this is not a show
We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Ain't nobody stop my flow
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killa]
You would think I'm in a laundry mat, powder everywhere
One blink like poof, I'm in time square
With a dime, man she fu*king with a crime [?]
[?]
Ya'll make sure ya'll fix the G
Don't be doing nothing crookid around here, unless [?] skemeing on me
Together we live, forever I burn
With an antibotic flow [?]
[?] cartell
[?] sippin martell
86 [?] you can ask Parsell
Raided ni**as flash [?]
Put your ear to the speaker, this is rap Easter
Snatch ni**as [?]
Large Glocks [?] spots
[?] you can't [?]
You can't sneeze, huh
[?]
[?]
Hop over my gate, I [?]
[?] I ain't crazy
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
[?] sharks snorckles, russian hats collin in Ampsterdam
[?] chill factor as a rapper
My telescope solid gold, the dresser is clear
Stuntin magazine [?]
They don't know how to cook rhymes and slang, most of my bings is auctioned
Now I'm in a sweatsuit in the rain
[?] fragrence
[?] made a belt for my pants
A hundred for the necklace, one on the watch
That's enfecsous
[?]
Live n the trentches
[?]
Guns is under the love seat with the [?] dust
[?] suitcase with the blue faces
Rubber band rapping, shoot laces
Yeah I [?] calling
It's just living out [?]
sh*t so hard [?]
[Verse 4: Sheek Louch]
I wore shiney suits with Diddy, freestyles with Big
Made [?] with Hov and them, I'm back, my nigg
Graveyard flow, I show you how to dig
Half of that boy, [?]
Dropped the EP, now New York is in a frenzy
Been waiting on the Lox, these lil ni**as rappin like they [?]
So I guess they waiting on they pops
Old ni**as and new ni**as need to know this
Ain't none of ya'll fu*king with the Styles and Kiss
This ain't beef, this lyrical sparring
Beef is when I'm sitting in the garage [?]
Still go out on the block, get high, get goons and that
With you, it's only when you rap
Put the gun down pussy, who the fu*k you gon clap?
Get the fu*k out the game, if you wasn't hot last year, 14 gon be the same ni**a
[Chorus: Rell]
It's not a game , this is not a show
We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Ain't nobody stop my flow
[Verse 5: Lil Fame]
I'd love to get a Grammy, and eventually will
Right now, my main focus letting them [?] build
[?] for real, [?] haters want me dead
fu*k it, god want me living, fu*k prison, I'm in position
Tip top condition, listen I'm on my toes
Get pussy on the reg, got no time for these hoes
Half these ni**as [?] cold blooded punks
Don't wanna shoot it out, don't want nothing
I expose ni**as who [?] lived through one story
Pain in the game with me, my killers came with me
Watching everything, [?]
I was trying to lay down that murder game, kept dirt on my name
First the flame hit your brain, aimed like [?]
Give it to any ni**a, any turrain
fu*k what ni**as saying, man I'm tryna maintain
[Verse 6: N.O.R.E.]
Since 96, came in the game, no tricks
98 [?]
Rest in peace Chris, [?]
Still isloming it, real ni**as honor it
I used to fu*k with hoes that rode co*k and they [?]
[?]
[?]
Was raised to protect my moms, dudes bust through the tripple [?]
Army [?]
Tech bust loose
Still smoke tree plants
Killer on the goose
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] like my fu*king town
I'm with that sh*t, that's my sh*t, [?]
fu*k it, ain't I ain't gon tell them ni**as su*k my dick
But if they hating on this, won't tell them su*k my dick
[Chorus: Rell]
It's not a game , this is not a show
We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Ain't nobody stop my flow
[Verse 7: Macgruff]
First of all, I'm a hundred [?]
I don't like none of y'all
[?] fall
I keep a gun and dawg
[?] ain't something to y'all
Biggie Smalls, Big Pun and Big L to y'all
That's everything that you lack in your lyrics
My flow is the results of the crack epodemic
Dirty burners baby
Murder murder baby
Baby powder, you a gurggle baby
Nothing to fu*k with
Known for the thug sh*t
Street cirtified, hood [?]
You are now tuned into the drama house
[?]
[?]
I'm from out of New York, with gats and [?]
[?]
[?] rose
You say sebliminal sh*t, but you ain't say no names
Don't fu*k with me, I ain't playing no games
[Verse 8: Prodigy]
Tremendous career, the leggicy of
A dirty lil New Yorker [?]
Locked in the cage, shot in the face
The fall from grace, the next hip hop [?]
My music shoot through my vains
My target locked, my pray
And I won't fold
My heart is too [?]
To give y'all the satisfaction
To see me all broke and fu*ked up
That day won't be [?]
[?] it's not happening
This is my dream, my my dream
Dreams, tryna take my dreams
It seems you wanna poke holes
In my coffin and [?]
It's a waste of time
It can't be done
My sh*t made of titaniom
And you soft like pillos
[Chorus: Rell]
It's not a game , this is not a show
We do it up for the money, cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks
Ain't nobody stop my flow