[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods

Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August

My %#@! is fresh cause I catch the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th

And we ball from plentys of parties cause we start %#@!
Parole holes, six months in the box
My little sister got her head shaved off

She made it home for shop
We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula
Anything ya take cause the paper keep callin ya

Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more
We make it rain from the tech and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us

To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
300 pound ^!$$%, po po has to $#&@ him up

They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.


[Chorus:]
Guns imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and %#@! bags

Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
Renaissance
I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel

I'll blow a ^!$$% for a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project floors

^!$$%s is suited up and be ready for war

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]

It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like the guillotine sword

Cut ^!$$%s, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something
Empty out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove

Yeah, and I'm all about that bull%#@!
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit
I kill a ^!$$% at the drop of a dime

Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar
Pop a ^!$$% right in front of his mama

Son a ^!$$% right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothin like a father
Couldn't come from these nuts I got

To see Baltimore suck this @@#!
I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it, understand

Yeah some ^!$$%s will and some ^!$$%s won't
Like some ^!$$%s kill and some ^!$$%s don't
You's a fake it 'til you make it type a ^!$$%

I'm a straight up take it type a ^!$$%
Pistol whip a ^!$$% 'til I break it type a ^!$$%
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is !@$)s

Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they $$#
Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin Bush overseas

I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer

I can't stop won't stop
This how we do it from Philly to Chi...