[Verse One: Hannibal Stax] What you put in is what you get out All I know rappers can't f** with how I spill out mine These big kids built off an ill design Sk**ed at bagging dimes and such Relations to crime Heart and soul, gangsta melodies, is speaking our mind Plus who brought the heat, seek and you'll find '89, gravy line, pay me mine or I'mma spray the nine Don't get caught f**ing round hating on mine Cause I'll walk back, talk back then put it on you Spark that, throw them things at you and your crew Shhh Keep it on the low like who would've knew? Who'd ever guess Fabbiden rock with the best of the best Leak a key or two of dopeness, sad request Hit you with the proper dosage, ease your stress Give it to you, gun plenty, no less That pure unadulterated raw black man on deck sh** [Hook: Hannibal Stax] (Boy Big) (Y'all n***as ain't got this) A lava flow that's brolic, more than MC'ing (Cause this is that Fabidden sh**) It's like grizzly gorilla P.I.M.P.ing (Ain't nothing out got this) "East New York n***a, y'all know what it is" - Group Home 'Tear sh** Down' (Cause this is that Fabidden sh**) "Test this" "Raw street intelligence" - Guru 'Certified' [Verse Two: Hannibal Stax] My n***a Big Perm hit me off with consignment All I could think of was refinement Fabid' lock and load for the a**ignment Get your paper, keep dodging confinement Feel good don't it, put it in the hood, why won't it Kinda make you wanna get up and seize the moment Make honeys so hot they wanna seize and bone it Make true fans and new fans pleased to own it The leaking is potent as I put the squeeze on opponents BK till my dying days, home grown NY, USA, let it be known We rep for all our generations with a style of our own H. Stax, Mike Rone, Fabid, smell it? Eat well, stay healthy, get big, get wealthy On the strength we knew we got that sh** And ain't nothing y'all can tell us We is who we is That's why [Hook] [Verse Three: Hannibal Stax] All it take is loyalty, devotion and pa**ion Balance that with royalty, promotion and talent Avoid the bullsh** that make it more than a challenge and there you have it An uncontrollable knack for making sh** happen Mix that with the Gang and get the party to cracking Packed in like a Black Joe function, get it jumping Anybody stunt we dumping and dumping Give it to 'em how they want, hold back nothing We do it for hustlers in the street that pump to the beat For our deceased, Hell or Heaven, rest in peace For our brethrens, waiting on their date of release For 9 to 5ers making ends meet week after week after [Hook]