[Verse 1] Vinnie Paz
My guns are bigger than a baby's arm
With Agent Orange like I was raised in ‘Nam
The bullets stay inside your brain like it's your favorite song
I don't give a f** who they hitting, they can graze your mom
I load the motherf**ing clip in, they like baby bombs
I see it as something beautiful when the metal fly
Around the way call me Lucifer, a hell of a guy
I'm a motherf**ing veteran I'm telling you why
Beat his head until there's red in them I'm letting 'em die
City of brotherly thugs, the home of filthy living
You ain't f**ing around with Vinnie, Percee, and Guilty Simpson
Unless you wanna be the target that we dump the clip in
I do the sh** during the day, I like the gun to glisten
You a backwards motherf**er you run prison
You think that being locked with males in jail's a fun position
You should k** yourself rapper and be stuck in the earth
To be honest ain't no rapper that can f** with you, Perc
[Hook]
For the cats in the hood with a rep
Hustle through the AM when most men slept
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge n***a watch yo' step
I'm on the edge n***a watch your step
We here to eat till there's no food left
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge n***a watch yo' step
[Verse 2] Percee P
Fast or slow pace my flow lace tracks this cat'll throw ba**
And don't waste steps and go chase broads to no place
Master streets, impress the freaks, pimps dressed for weeks
Hoes left to me I guess to cheat and test the sheets
Ripping shows from here to Britain yo I'm hitting hoes
Skipping those women that sniffin' blow and not getting dough
First degree murder rhymes disturbing mind like urban lies
And quote words only science to Percee P
Amateurs know they can't stand with the pro
My Los Angeles flow cause damages most scandalous foes better handle it yo
I'm getting that food that are steady ripping blacks
Spitting raps, hitting cats for kicking wack lyrics to bitten tracks
My interviews say I said a few lines to diminish crews
Some men'll do sh** like bending rules
Go for the k** I'll still finish you
I'm so hot we gotta close shop, you know not to open your spot
While I patrol blocks you getting no props
For the cats in the hood with a rep
Hustle through the AM when most men slept
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge n***a watch yo' step
I'm on the edge n***a watch your step
We here to eat till there's no food left
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge n***a watch yo' step
[Verse 3] Guilty Simpson
Guilty Simpson damage is beyond word descriptions
Rough verse inscriptions wrote by cutthroats
Smoke in the alley where the young cats bust toast
Pinching pennies to pay up his truck note
My various techniques compare with Jet Li
I'll chop with an AK and kick when it's pay day
Let's see how many men must test me
Deadly with a pen, let the rest beware
Face down in the playground six feet deep
In the sandbox when my right hand co*ks back on the hammer
You rest in peace
I pray on wack cats when I bless the beats
Like priests in the Vatican heat rat-a-tattling
And sprayed up the vehicle your homeboy traveled in
f** the spots they brag about
We kick your front door way in and drag em out