[Verse 1:] Rule 15 question enemies till the finish The consequence is d**h or a long sentence Friend turn to foe I shake em off like blunt ashes On my wire cell clothes cause they male hoes Make a move catch a mack shell Broken wings on your back you a match well R.I.p to michael, he died and made the world stop 80's had the parting of a white top tiger shop Run in your studio hit your hard drive Harlem really took a hit when big l died The whole bedstuy cried when big poppa died The re annowned g-unit we born to ride h*mocide don't care about that h*mocide They coppin coffee and donuts a n***a died [Chorus: x2] We don't give a f** about the police 4-10 I'll split your whole domepiece Hit rikers and scrap over dorm tv's New york streets leave alot of casualties [Verse 2:] The latin kings wanna watch caliente The bloods wanna catch the game and watch the knicks play Now it's a day room brawl horriffic Blood smeared all on the wall When you was free you'd damn sure had tv In the beacon bloods got they names on the seats This is for them g's in mdc Fat dalans they never gone see the streets In the feds I met a real n***a named sa**y He had a box full of tapes the wire tap was nasty In his cell all he did was listen to em His right hand ratted the streets screwed him [Chorus x2]