You and your squad better praise the real God [Jus Allah:] I have been to hell before Befriended the Devil and Skeletor Wish I could visit the fellas more Wish that I could get more bodies through the cellar doors I'm always thinking of others Should probably think of myself more But I don't worry about cells and house scores I'm more into L's than house stores I like wars and who*es Cores and shores Liquor and Coors Sex, cigarettes and sycamores Always got one to roll up And one twirled All about guns and girls in this underworld So I got a truckload of guns and gusto But I don't go around shooting ducks and buffalo I like it when the streets are crowded I don't think to be discreet about it Drinkin' blood beats a salad So I gotta put a lot of work in Cause I'm usually thirsty again Before it even leaves the palate. You and your squad better praise the real God [Vinnie Paz:] I'm shining out here Jedi Mind grinding out here I'm from Philly where it's filthy Take your diamonds out here Motherf**ers broke eating Top Ramen out here f** the police, graph writers is bombing out here Ain't nobody better at this f**in' rhymin' I swear Any second, any minute, any time of the year I remember when it was nothing but violence out here Now these f*ggots rappin' like they f**ing common out here I'm about to set the mother f**in' drama out here 45s, gebalando, big lamas out here Everybody think it's sweet 'cause now Obama out here He the third cousin of Bush, he lyin' out here You the lamb I'm the mother f**in' lion out here Where were y'all when my step father dyin' last year I'm once in a lifetime, Haley's Comet out here God's and nerfs and moors, we Islamic out here You and your squad better praise the real God