Nah, we ain't goin [echo]
  I love bein hated, it great it
  Let's me know that I made it
  I wouldn't have it no other way
  I wouldn't trade it for the world
  Only let's me know that I'm loved
  by so many other motherfuckers that ain't you
  And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
  And keep pullin the rug from up under you
  And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
  so much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+
  And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
  what's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els
  Do unto others of you will have done under you
  So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
  When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
  You will ask youself, how come your mans
  
  the chance
  You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't
  This is past any irrationalization
  We have captured national media attention
  Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
  soon as we enter the '106th & Park' building
  Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to God
  if someone so much as even touches one of my people
  I'll put a million on his head
  And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
  But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
  And it ain't because I'm a bitch
  It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with
  I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to war
  I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em
  Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin with a ..
  
  [Swifty McVay]
  
  cleaver
  That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep
  I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]
  See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
  I'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"
  Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the
  captain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell ya
  body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
  You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
  You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic
  I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
  
  [Obie Trice]
  Motherfucker, I'll handle you
  We can have it out on any Avenue
  A +Average Man+ flipped into an animal
  Shoot out your mandibles
  Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
  Nigga know the mechanicals
  Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
  The street taught the child, no read up manuals
  Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
  Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
  Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
  A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get down
  Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
  When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
  
  [Kuniva]
  While your punchin and tacklin punks
  I'm handlin chumps, packin a pump
  that's longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]
  On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak
  So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"
  A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
  Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
  Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough
  When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck
  Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
  Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up
  +Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
  Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]
  
  [Proof]
  Know much about my a land ski
  Don't tustle with my hand speed
  Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
  We ferocious, toast no holsters
  Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot])
  We the soldiers, ya'll the youngsters (ha)
  Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot]
  Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama
  You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof]
  I'm back nigga (woof), I reappear
  Shoot like [gunshot], homie steer clear
  Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
  We murkers with no purpose other than practice
  
  [Bizarre]
  There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
  Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters
  A gat that describes my life
  I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
  Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop
  At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]
  This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in
  I'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
  I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
  I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
  I'll +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too
  This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"