[Fredro Starr]
Yo! Turn that shit up, word up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I`m sayin`?
We`re payin` my niggaz ` All City `n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga!
[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]
What? What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y`all won`t see those, you just feel `em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo` for killin` `em
Green backs, I want a mil (of) `em!
But don`t minimum, strictly max out, the ol`s put the black out
Niggaz be frontin`, we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin` cartracks out, as we stack now
We`re nuthin` to match out, formula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega`s on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I`m sippin` on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The East New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That`s the All City shit!
Yo Greg Valentine!)
[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]
The beats be Rushen like Patrice
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say da least
Between the thugs and the police, shit`ll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin` fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a `roll it in dice`
Niggaz holdin` they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it`s too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin` pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that ain`t enough, for Jakes is ratin` the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that`s where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin` their rain, it`s over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game`s over
(All City what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)
[Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]
Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can`t run from, the dum-dum
Kickin` WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son!
I`m in this rap shit for the lump sum
Hit the stage as soon as the blunt`s done
YOU DON`T WANT NONE! But regardless
We the wildest, you get demolished
I muthafuckin`, muthafuckin` murder, want charges!
Walkin` targets, kill any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you not a ally, then yo ass gotta fry
Two lifes for a life without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should`ve finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new nigga for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! Step up and shit....)
[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}]
I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin` the spots
We`re tired of jizzle `n rocks, we straight up fuckin` in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we`re livin` hell really?!
So we just vanish `n rob, paper tellin` me we all dyin` from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it`s even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I`m closin` now shut, I don`t give a FUCK about gettin` popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It`s my time to go, playa, I`m tryin` to go spittin` you
For the dolies, niggaz just press G-O
While shoot outs, reachin` for the glocks, on my way to gettin` drugs
Still spittin` ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN` ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin`
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What nigga?}
(Ya betta fuckin` do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin` takin` this streets! That niggas is dead!)
[X-1, (Fredro Starr)]
All you crack niggaz, I don`t even like your style
If it wasn`t for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin` it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin` ya town
Takin` dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six`s bein` deep on the basic floors
(They hate that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin` shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up `bout
Before my hart stops, kid I`m tryin` to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin` you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?!!
[Fredro & Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! Fuckin` All City!
Muthafuckin` Onyx!
Muthafuckin` Fredro Starr talkin` to you nigga!
Fuckin` Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith `n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know what I`m sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don`t know! My muthafuckin` broher is sayin`, Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain`t seein` shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat `em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car rushin` away*)
