(feat. Beanie Sigel & Jay-Z)
[Beanie Sigel]
You bout to witness somethin like no other
The sky gon' get dark, streets gon' clutter
Weak-a** n***as out there gon' suffer
Vets gon' quit, it's gettin hectic (uhh)
The sh** got deep - right about the time
When the year skipped a beat, that's when my sh** hit the street
sh** gon' shake up, squads gon' break up
Coats gon' get pulled, n***as gon' wake up
Everybody want see a chance to eat
And chance the streets, you know they gon' 'vance police
Like the time they shackled me from hands to feet
Cause I gave the jail system, a chance to speak
You know the cops wanna trap me up, the block wanna clap me up
It won't stop 'til they wrap me up (E'rything signed and sealed n***a)
Gat be tucked, heat gon' back me up
R.O.C. - Bleek come on n***a, back me up
{*beat changes*}
[Memphis Bleek]
Yeah.. yo..
Aiyyo Memph the young God, boss of this game
Got my part locked, I does my thang
Don't mistake me, I tote them thangs
Glock fo' pop off, knocks off thangs
Whole squad here, you know my click
Petit nice thing, you know my b**h
Wide body truck, you know my whip
Cop that rock that pop that sh**
Y'all n***as, talk about, ain't really got
Me, I think dog, you not really hot
The hood I be, I stay in the drop
My hood, yo' hood, I'll lock any block
East to West Coast, Chi-Town baby
I come through, it's my town baby
A.T.L., I yell "Whattup my baby?"
Hit that, get that, bye bye baby!
{*beat changes*}
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uhh..
Guess who? Young Hov'
Bout to tear this motherf**er DOWN!
Holla at me! It goes.. uhh
Jigga Man huh, it goes..
Nah! Y'all n***as ain't gon' have me rappin on the bullsh** man
I.. I need some real music
So when we count to three and sh**
Ya gonna drop some real sh**
One, two, three - let's go!