Авторы музыки: James Brown, Poke, LL Cool J, Lyn Collins
Verse one: keith murray Haaah! (wooooooo!) Yeah(hahhahhahhah) l.o.d. Keith murraydef squad Mistamistamistamista smith You wanna hit? (you wanna hit? ) Uhhgimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit My style is all thatand a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like redman I shift with tha ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [word up!] No need to ask you who is heson I get busy Scuff my timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [chicagolaany of them] I'll have to norman bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause youse a freak by nature Can't wait to face yamutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [word up!] My verbal combat's like a mini-mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [blaow!] Tha l.o.d. love good confrontation or vamp [word up!] Break your concentrationmurder your camp For tha jealousoverzealouswe fellaz Blow the the spot like branford marsalis Niggaz comin through and actin wild Y'all commercial niggaz better have a coke and a smile I shot ya! Verse two: prodigy YoI conversate wit many menit's time to begin again Forgot what I already knewaiyyo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mindsouland my body Secret societytryin to keep they eye on me But I'm stay incogni'in places they can't find me Make my moves strategicallythe g.o.d. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinkerit coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we sayin on the records real Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal My mobb is infamous just like the fuckin title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ---- But you first baby girl so just face it (awright) But anywayback on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word upit's real) From my life to the paper (what)very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will s-h-i-n-e (shine babyjust shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledgin this man as g-o-d I shot ya faggot ass Verse three: fat joe Now who the fuck you think you talkin toI pay dues I spray crews Look I'm joey crackmotherfuckers be like he's bad news Runnin this racketfrom new york to montego Slaughterin peoplebring a ton of keys from puerto rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger Than these weaklingsseekinfor respect that ain't there Knuckleheads bewarethere's mad tension in the air Tommy guns for funshotties for block parties While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of bacardi Call the ambulancethis man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a gillette Razorwhich I keep hidden in my oral Ready to spatterat any ad outthat wants to quarrel These feds want me for some tax evasion Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop] Joey cracka.k.a. kaiser ceaser Verse four: foxxy brown Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks To' down we sip drinks rockin minksflashin rings and things [what the deal] Frontin hardcore deep inside the jeepmackin Doin my thing fly nigga you a scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta'sget them niggaz for they chedda Fuck itgucci sweaters and armani leathers Flossin rocks like the size of fort knox Four caratsthe ice rockspussy bangin like versace locs pops [what the deal] Want ta the creepon the light raw ass cheeks I'm sexin raw dog without protectiondiseaese infested Uhitaliano got the lucciano I gets down fuckin with brown fox extra keys to the drop Boo I'm jingling babyI got crazy dominicans who pay me To lay lowI play slow Roll with tha firmmafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal I shot ya! Verse five: ll cool j What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed moe deehammerand ice-t's girl But stillniggaz want to instigate shit I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick Name the spotI make it hot for ya bitches Female rappers tooI don't give a fuck boo WordI'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in the source for twenty years Niggaz scaredI'm detrimental to your mental state I use my presedential rolex to be debate Niggaz fightglock cocked ya temple gets fucked Mc'sthat fuck with ll they gets bucked That's realwhat's up with that I shot ya deal? Light shitniggaz slip now how the bullet feel? New york appealin l.a. they gang bang But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang That's factsniggaz don't recieve no type of slack Cause if they dothey ass is always runnin back Not this timebut next time i'ma name names Llshittin from on top of the game I shot ya!