[Swizz Beatz]
sh**, this sh** right here...is for the thugs in the street
Do yall here me?
sh**, and this sh** right here...will get you mugged in the street
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Beanie Sigel hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark n***as eyes, give them permanent scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin cigars
Only co*k and blow 'dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot f** it, mad bro to bar
f** crack, flip powder, I ain't takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the Glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the sh** with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
The size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Y'all n***as know my flow be sick, my doe be quick
[Verse 2: Infa.Red]
Now when you wake up
I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
His sh**'ll get the opposite of handsome
I mean I got to come clean
I've done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out ga**oline
Strike a match and burn the f**ing scene
I'm no joker - I could blow you into smoke
And make your man a second hand smoker
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' n***as straight back to their maker
Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?
I dont even play that sh**
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my sh**
Yall got a bible? Well pray in that sh**
While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to get ya
[Verse 3: NuChild]
This be the realest sh** I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat
Choke n***a choke, I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contact
n***as react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever n***a not on this track
I spit back, at any n***a claimin' he teflon
The best on, be the next n***a get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?"
"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"
After waxin' him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats two
n***as I left lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail sh**? Never even walked through a junk yard
I thump hard
Make a n***a yell for crew quick
A true b**h, eat a n***a up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, f*gots ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a n***a lean off the opium
You Ethiopian
Willie n***as, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a n***a Rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child
[Verse 4: Mysonne]
Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' n***as in their sleep so they die calm
k** or be k**ed, thats the sh** that I'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
I'm gone, see I'm dope like h**n
And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
Here on in, know I fear no men
And mutherf** shootin' five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight d**h and be a hero then
n***as call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of n***a, that co*k and squeeze
Y'all them second guess f*gots, that co*k and freeze
So I f** with real n***as, like The Lox and D
And yall n***as got problems, just watch and see
[Verse 5: Drag-On]
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze you
If you never was sh**, I'ma promise you this
I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n
The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz I like to feel a**ed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth
I wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and j**s
Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a f** if its a n***a with a walkman
I'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as I step in
I'm runnin' up on the n***a with the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
Double R, soon half of us'll goto jail
The best studio, 16 bars to post bail