F/ Dr. Ama, Lounge Lo, Raekwon

[Dr. Ama]

Third eye saw it coming, ^!$$%s down the block came gunning
Hating, mistaken if they think we was running
Whatever the beef, in the streets, kept it a hundred

Pull the thing, bang it, hit scrams in the stomach
Retreat? Not an option to me, #~!!@?
Not an option to be, steady popping the heat

My team, move like the regime of the surgeons
Urgently emerging, out of nowhere, guns bursting
Yessir, yessir, we all about it

Extra, extra, read all about it
Us lose to ya'll? Yeah, right, I doubt it
Son came for war, but his life left without it

You know the slang, go against the grain, bad move
Doc Ama, mentally insane, bad news
You know them things split a ^!$$% brains, blood ooze

You lose, cuz we got the Broad Street blues
We take off, the HD's come, the scene taped off
Thugs rather play soft, then pitch my apes off

^!$$%s play Superman, I shoot ya cape off
Pistol whip 'em, break jaws, scrape ya'll that break north


[Lounge Lo]
Yo, what up rude boys? (Rude boys), I know some cool boys
Run around and bust %#@! down, with train like tool toys

Break bread got the heart pumping
Sit back and blow a bean of the purple, and then I start something
Tell Doc Ama to fart something, cuz we the %#@!

Told ya'll ^!$$%s before, that we was in this (*##$
If not the booth, then the block with fifty eights
The stoupe stay warm with a glock and fifty apes

It's life or death like Notorious Biggie tape
I still perp on foot like a hundred and 20 jakes
I'm money great, my money scrape, my honey good

Transport out of New York, yeah, my honey would
She on the Greyhound, riding with eight pounds
A stop on the bus, walked on by eight clocks

I'm Staten Island, so you know how I talk now
And it ain't no street, that the beef can't walk down


[Raekwon]
Yessa yessa my lord...
My team thorough soldiers, we call 'em borough tho-diers

They in the south, blessed, mid-west, my ^!$$%s holding
Grip counting ^!$$%s, mint counting ^!$$%s
Every three minutes, we spit, hold it down, my ^!$$%s

It's all about hustle, fly cars, jewelry on my ^!$$%s necks
If you that live, then touch 'em, yo
I dare a ^!$$% like you, one in your ear, I wipe you

Off the map, you'll get slapped with your white boo
I'm in the fly renter, plus I'm a representer
From Killah Hills, where it's real, this is my agenda

Shallah, what you baking? You got !@%!e up on the stove
Keep it real with me, I'm working on the Purple Tape %#@!
I got you little ^!$$%, here's a riddle, ^!$$%

Who's large and only ten billion, that's a...

[Phil Anastasia]

Stop the track, action packed, working names rapper, with rock flavor
Form escape order, ex-druggie, hip hop flavor
Heavy boozer with a short fuse, my temper melts glaciers

Raise you off the floor like George Foreman did Frazier
Carnage to Anastasia, not a major switch
Coming with my government, but still running in your (*##$

L-A-B and Beez Mode, peep which way ya'll go
Doc locks %#@!, then Just say 'heya ho'
We seen this artform fading, hate the way that way

About to leave my mark in this game, and make that dent
Me and my man Rahsaan, kicking %#@! like Van Damme
Without the ballet training or the gay accent

Bubbling, below the surface, watch when I burst my curses
To speak truth in the booth, that's why it hurts
Beneath this Outfit's, more than flesh, just an idea

And ideas are bulletproof, like Dyverse
When the operative's dispurse, shed a tear
As you watch your weak $$# career get hauled off in a herse
Leaping from the frying pan to the fire, claim you trying to teach me
About the leechers and the liars, save it man, you preaching to the choir