(Intro)
Who wanna bet us that they can't $#&@ wit us?
Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous, solely etceteras

Til the death of us, me and my confidents
We shine, we make the ambiance, you ^!$$%s just rhyme
You lil ^!$$%s need guidance, you barkin up the wrong trees

Pissin on the wrong hydrants, I'm a high fence
I grew up round violence, you grew up playin violins
In yo hood silence, where I'm from silence

(Verse)
They just killed this vibe, they just killed this vibe
There's something bout killing %#@! that makes us feel alive

We feed off yo energy, we see you on that Kenny G
Just do in yo own harm, do yo thing my NIG
Whenever you will not keep to that mighty NYC

We gon check that name you claim
Bring yo job and ID
We take it the wrong way, all gold everything

One gold watch, two gold chains, give me all those, everything
Yall don't wanna pump heads, ocho, Evelyn
Them boys will leave you butt naked

And the mall closed and everything
The streets is watchin aksin if you gon reply to them
Seem like yall woke up sleeping giants, Eli and Em

(Hook)
A major comeback but from a minor setback
But still they know we livin, was thinkin bout to get back

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me

Until that day comes I slay these ^!$$%s faithfully
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

(Verse)
I'm like Nino with the uzzi back of the motorcycle head
Until you're back at them Italians who killed Keisha at the wedding

I'm like dope boy lookin for Ricky's killer
One last soldier, ^!$$%s who turn they backs on me
Turn yo punk $$# over

Yall smoke my smoked my cousin Harold
Now I'm in a Camaro
Love and happiness playing, me and my dog with a double barrel

38, 40 belows, live or die mother$#&@er
I'm Pac, ride or miss, riverside mother$#&@er
Get back, everybody better get back

To my ^!$$%s in the jet black
For the seats let back on yo jet back
If you're a gambling man you could bet that

It's a sure thing, not just a New York thing
A rich or a poor thing
It's a lace yo boots, pull yo draw string, who wanna go to war thing?

It's a who gon protect your thing?
Who really wanted morphine?
Put legends in coffins

It's a bullet holes in the door thing
It's a nobody, sure things
Street cold, not a Lord thing

It's kids that wasn't taught things, old ladies like poor thing
Poor thing, to get back is important
Poor thing, for the dead homies we pour pain

Like what you sayin while it's @@#!ed back to em
Guess what goes around comes around, got back to em
(Hook)

A major comeback but from a minor setback
But still they know we livin, was thinkin bout to get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me
Until that day comes I slay these ^!$$%s faithfully

The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back