You know, situation like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off y`know?
Teach `em a little somethin
[Havoc]
Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it`s the four-fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin `em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you walk with
When my tec spittin at reinforcements
I could never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y`all cowards just cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I`m more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put `em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain`t killin nuttin in the club, they all bent
My intent is to sober that ass up, leave `em all drenched
See what a few cups of liquor can offset
Got a little paper, I ain`t stressin, they all press
Ain`t sellin records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it`s real them dudes out coppin more vests
Better learn how to
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain`t nuttin funny
Show, you motherfuckers, just how hungry you
get, when your feet are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *
* changes each repeat
[Prodigy]
P gunna, shots stay a come up
out them hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground Zero
The Big Apple, with the worms in the middle (eww)
The White Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I`ll show you where I come from
by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun bust
But look past that, and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they dancin on they seats
Shorty mad gettin stained, she damn near about to faint
She never saw a grimy dirty nigga like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don`t wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don`t wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
BANG!
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
My niggaz they can`t stop us
Ev`rysince we got our hands on the AR`s, the S, and the fresh choppers
All of them is filled to the top with the vest poppers
We can get it on with America`s Best Coppers
Soon as the lead pop you, whoever don`t make it
to the funeral or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel
I`m a rare thumper, you just a gay nigga
with a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper
They say life is short, death is longer
That makes it even harder to express my hunger
And I don`t wanna polly y`all, I`m a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin to that volleyball
A Cast Away, I`ll blast away
Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get cash today
And even though it`s hard, niggaz is on they job
It`s the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we`ll
[Chorus]
