[Intro:]
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Starts off with the beat of Jadakiss & NaS': "Show Discipline"]
[Lloyd Bank$:]
Uh! - You n***as couldn't do me sh**, the best thing moving, (uh-huh!)
I make you drool each whip. - Seven letter out the cheddar!
Get the tooly ships' (ssssh!) slug proof leather,
Got the Coogi fit. (uh-huh!) - Y'all fightin' over scraps.
Look at the bright side; I'm lightnin' on a track,
Like Tyson on a mat. - I'll smile right in ya face, and knife you in the back.
You Pekaboo kind - so keep ya two .9's
They all gonna drown in sh**, creek and do time. (time!)
If you can't make a hit record, do crime! (crime!)
Cause it'll pop you and any protection you find. (find!)
Him, him and the n***a next to him dyin'
War wound sufferin', neck and chin flyin'.
How the f** New York fell off, when I'm climbing? ! (Huh?)
Grindin'! - sun is shinin', a hundred diamonds
The problem, is n***as rhymin', it's all common. (whoo!) [gunshot]
That's when I bomb him! - Bin Laden, Saddam him - harm him [blast]
Dumb as his pops, took off the condom. (YEAH!) - I should let em' rob him.
Cut 'em in his tissue, watch him tear like Scharmins
Send him off to Sharpton! (uh-huh!) - I'm golf cartin.
You in the apartment, with no carpet
It's cold as the supermarket,
n***a! [gunshot] - My pants poppin' out with bread
Pistol poppin out'! - System "knockin" like the Feds. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Lunch for breakfast when I'm hoppin' out the bed stockin' on my head, (head!)
Thinkin' how can I get Fed? (heh?)
I get dressed, match the whip with the fit (uh-huh!)
All white bu*ton up six' with the kit. (uh!)
When from always trippin to trips with the clique; click-clack!
The biggest n***a ballin' since Shaq! [gunshot]
Hoes on my sillouette so the tints black
Cross me; you get a contract! - You know combat!
YELLOW TAPE WHERE YA MOMS AT? (mom's at!)
AND I KNOW YOU ni**aS DONT WANT THAT. (that!)
[Tony Yayo {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
Ayo! - The mini 14 got a red beam
I watch my life style change off of triple beam fled the scene.
Dream Gorilla! - 'Fical k**a!
We can beef like Beanie in Bounty k**a. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
I'm that n***a! - Colgate Bent - gleam Thrilla
Ride through Brownsville hand on my trigga.
I don't care if you dope, sick or 4 months
I'm tryna move 10 birds like very 2 months!
I got that piff and that daddy mayne
All in one blunt - and that 5th and that Cadi man
In case you wanna stunt, I'm on that Big Wheel John sh**!
f** all you haters! - That liquid bomb sh**
That they make in Al Qeada.
Brand new gators! [gunshot]
Shirt's Armani. - Dope from the Africans, {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Coke from the papis, I'm in the streets! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Y'all in the street wiiild - eatin' seadweed
Lookin' gay in Mr. Chou's, y'all n***as ain't bold enough!
Y'all hearts ain't cold enough!
I'm in the hood like Golden Crust!
Squeeze and bust squeeze ya nuts
Put some ba** in ya voice when you talkin' to us! - YEAH, ni**a! [gunshot]
[Outro: Tony Yayo]
Lloyd Bank$, n***a!
Tony Yayo!
"Rotten Apple", n***a!
It's a hostile take-over, if you ain't know man.
New York City!
The Unit is back!
Puttin' that work in n***a! [gunshot] [beat stops]