(feat. Fat Joe, Raekwon, Scarface)

[Intro: Scarface]

Don't see Kay in these mother$#&@in' streets dog
^!$$% walkin' around in this mother$#&@er lookin' shocked and stupid, baby
We runnin' these mother$#&@in' streets for real

Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby
Kay Slay, they don't want me out here
They don't want you out here, dog

This is mother$#&@in' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City
Holla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no mother$#&@in' ice, baby
We rock this real %#@!, dog

And if you think a ^!$$% bull%#@!tin', come $#&@ wit it
It's goin' down...


[Scarface]
Let's put an ending to chatter, ^!$$%, see me in gloves
I'm the poof in the booth, (*##$, read it in blood

It's Face at you, freezin' mother$#&@ers like a statue
I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you
The end of your beginning, before you even get it started

You $#&@ed up, now you in the presence of a heartless
^!$$%, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter
I'm a gangsta, raised around the dope fiends and hustlers

But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk
Don't let %#@! slide, cause beef don't walk
We attack hoes, $#&@ a ^!$$% with wack flows

I'm the last of a dying, (*##$, act like you don't know
I'm the reason you ^!$$%s walk around thug
Just remember I'm the one made, you can get touched

So what you fittin to put a record out, you a mother$#&@in sellout
Slay told me to knock your $$# out


[Chorus x2: Scarface]
And you was right, I never liked ya mother$#&@in' $$#
To start with, you know it's better get your self regardless

And Kay, (*##$, you picked the right ^!$$% to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit


[Raekwon]
Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib
Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton's

Mills is spent, still don, still rentin'
Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish, still killin' clicks
The fifth out, don't even breathe out

And ganna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all fam
What, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgue
The casket leather, the python seeks your dog

Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses
Actin' like he did ten sentences, son ain't real
He got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighter

Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove off
It's money on it, until them young ^!$$%s don on it
Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it

Make a toast for hours, for all the money and power
The right division, don't never let corns get it, drama


[Chorus x2]

[Fat Joe]

Pass the rock, you ^!$$%s gassed a lot
I never liked ya $$#, but then again, you can't be shocked
Most feared in this rap game, and ain't for frontin'

Best believe when %#@! pop off, I'm blazin' somethin'
It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest
^!$$% can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the best

I've been doin' this for years, ruinin' careers
^!$$%s never wanna listen til the toolies in the air
It's the kid that don't be givin' a $#&@, I hold a %#@! outta grudge

The type of ^!$$% that'll spit at the judge
^!$$%s gettin' gelled, they say I'm livin' it up
Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it up

I play the corner when the %#@! is hot, summer time in the X
Kay Slay got the %#@! on lock
That's where you go to find the God body

Second to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God...

[Chorus x2]