(feat. Cha-Cronz, RZA)

[Intro: RZA (Shacronz)]

Peace To The God, What Up, What Up?
Shacronz, Free Murda, What's The Word-Word, Son? (What Up Bobby?)
Ain't Nothing, Just Living, Son (Looking Good Baby)

But You Know How We Do It, You Knowhatimean (What You Got On Right There, Baby?)
Oh, On The Feet, Son? You Know I Got The Ill Wu-Wear Slaps On My Feet, Son
(Nobody Got Those... What's Those Son?) Yeah, I Got The Roc-A-Wear Sweats

Popping Right Here, Thunn
Knowhatimean (Hold Up, Son, What The $#&@ Is That.. Yo What's That Bulging Out
Your Jacket, Son?)


[Chorus: Free Murda (Run-Dmc Sample)]
My, Black, Ninas, Bust Through Project Doors

Fake Suspect 85's, On The Floor
Cops Yell 'raid', I Wasn't Afraid
And I Won't Stop Busting, Til I Get Paid

Black Ninas... ("My, A..." *Scratched Up*)

[Shacronz:]

Everyday I Live This Thug %#@!, Surrounded By Plus Whips
Sitting On Dubs, (*##$, I Run With A Rough Click
Dare One Of Ya'll To Say Something About My Team

I Know You Fake Gangstas Out Your Lean
Shoot Through Your Heart, Choke You Up, Then Rip Out Your Spleen
If There's A Drought In New York, I'm Down South With Fiends

Cash Rule Everything, So Give It Up, Pa
Stash, Jewels, Everything, We Glittered Up, Pa
Rocking Your %#@!, Popping Your (*##$

Send Fire, Raise An Empire, Copping More Bricks
From A Place Where The Chicks Holding, Ride Or Die
Walk With A Switch, Hips Swollen, Pitch !@&@e And Crack

Get Money, Til I Die, Hit Honeys Til I Fry
Grew Up Grungy, Hungry Til I Ride
Apply Pressure, Time's Short, Need This Project Cake

Lean On 'em, Like Project Gates

[Chorus]


[Free Murda:]
C.C.F., Yo The Whole Hood On Some %#@!, ^!$$%s Is Sheisty

Can't Explain How Them !@^#gots In The P's, Might Be
All Stick Each Other, Like Teens Holding Tightly
Try And Light Me, Be The Last ^!$$% You Might See

Your Wifey, Grieving In The Morgue, That Like Me
I Splash You, Have Your Gash, Look Like The Swoosh From Nike
$#&@ing Freaking Bodies In The Process, Get You Clapped By My Set

Ya'll ^!$$%s Doggin' Free, You Gon' Die Wet
Chicks In The P's Hoeing, Them (*##$es Stay Blowing
Them (*##$es Stay Boning, My Guns Stay Toting

Stick ^!$$%s That Be Holding, When I Clap Ya'll Folding
Leave Foods In The Streets, Soaking
K-Tone In My Crib, Loading

Brown Flag On My Wrist Rolling, Head Shots Til Ya'll Open
Up Like A Store In The Morning
Have You Laying Dead In The Train Station Like A Rodent


[Chorus]