[JD]
  See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man
  Shit like this right here
  I got my nigga Black for me, uh
  I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh
  And y'all know who the fuck I be
  And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke
  But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke
    [R.O.C.]
  Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know
  While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough
  Also stretch the doors on my Navigators
  Long as the Olajuwon
  Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style
  You wanna get uh, oh here he is now
  Dot to the O caughted blow your shit down
  Dot to the C you're feelin' me now?
  Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up
  I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?
  Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up
  For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt
  And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies
  Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry
  And just post up we can't be touched
  All my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH)
  B-boy style hot like tical
  Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa
  Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the
  Microphone and rock it please
    [Mr. Black]
  I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie
  None of y'all motherfuckers know me
  Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
  All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
  Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real
  Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip
  I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what?
  Hittin' niggaz like JFK
  For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say?
  Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off
  Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft
  Oh you type thug niggaz
  Frump niggaz, yo I got no love niggaz
  Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse
  Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse
  niggaz don't want it but they think they do
  And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who?
    [1 - JD]
  You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club
  [R.O.C.]
  Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
  [All]
  I drop the beat on
  I cock the heat on
  I got this party niggaz
  We lock the street corners
    [Repeat 1]
    [R.O.C.]
  Well it's him again, the Timbaland lacer
  You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us
  Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry
  Like Mr. Antarctic
  Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless
  Cock your automatic
  So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
  Let my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH)
  You don't want NWK to get to ya
  So you heard we make believers out of dreamers
  Now we make murder cases out of sleepers
  S to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y'all damned
  O to the D to the E F-uck you 'cause we buck you,
  Y'all niggaz cant touch us
    [Mr. Black]
  Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must
  Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust
  Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot
  We got no things with us, kind of dangerous
  Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught
  'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh Lord
  Getting down one more time
  For making motherfuckers who be out on the run
  I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me
  That's just the way my mama made me
  Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows
  And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes
  I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy
  I know you niggaz don't remember me
  Got the flow poetic, and I stay diamond setted
  Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past
  Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce
  Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce
  What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black
  Motherfucker where's your focus at?
  JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please
    [JD]
  Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time
  And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine
  That's why I am why I am with mine and y'all sick
  While y'all keep it real we keep it rich
  Just clowning, pounding, riding around in
  Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town
  Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin busier
  I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier
  The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats
  And my balling techniques is out of your reach
  Live and direct from the Peach State
  Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced
  We never hit the breaks just continue to speed
  Y'all don't wanna fuck with me?