feat. Kool G Rap

Intro (sampled):

Calling the police, calling the G men
Calling all americans to war on the underworld
All I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonight


Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy

Watch out for Jake, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs

This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin

Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some ^!$$% was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That's why this +Downtown Swinga+

Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
that make your whole %#@! out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in

The fo'-fo' will cold push ya %#@! in
So keep ya gun breezed for $#&@in with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes

Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake $$# ones I stick to my gunz


Chorus:
Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics ^!$$%? Stick to ya gunz!

What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!
Verse Two: Billy Danze

The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
^!$$%, THAT !#@( IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object

Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently I move violently

Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave

If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin

Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a $#&@in board

Firin squad, ^!$$%z on the run
Get props from top notch ^!$$%z that ill bill, stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X

Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in ^!$$%z spleens

So head for the hills, ^!$$% cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my $#&@in steel and shoot to kill

So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the $#&@in dutchman

Buckin at all you sucka cluckin ^!$$%z that want the ruckus
We'll be three ^!$$%z who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you mother$#&@ers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids

Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens

Queens on the mother$#&@in map ^!$$% we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin %#@! up and leave your hit up for the funds

^!$$%z better stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X