[Verse 1: Styles P]
Shifty, low-down, gritty, and grimy
Like Fredro -- f** it, I get the bread though
I'll take the nine and buck it up at your head, though
I'll run your j**els, you do it because I said so
Ride around the hood with n***as that let the lead go
I would never rat, told my lawyers to tell the Feds so
Word to the bullpen sandwich and the bedroll
Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll
Real n***a, n***a real
Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still
If they see you ain't got it, they'll take it from you
If they feel like you p**y, they'll be waiting for you
I ain't p**y, go 'head and wait
You the dickhead that the bullet's gon' penetrate
Dead n***a, dumb n***a
f** you up, k** the sh**, noose, redrum n***a
[Hook: Noreaga]
I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that)
And I shot n***as too (you could Google that)
See, I smoke big (you could Google that)
You heard of me a little bit? (you could Google that)
f** n***as (you could Google that)
n***a, f** the other side (you could Google that)
f** n***as (you could Google that)
n***a, f** the other side (you could Google that)
[Verse 2: Noreaga]
I'm from the era of the stick house
Where n***as used to cook bricks at the chick house after you re-up
Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up
Dimelo; weather so cold, it's like three below
My kicks stay fresh like a brand-new baby a**
I found a Chinese chick with a crazy a**
I call her "s**-Me-Off" -- all she did was s** me off
All she want was won tons, soup, and some bu*ter-soft
Leather; she told me that she Googled my name up
Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up
See, I'm an accurate shooter through your medula
You could get your ruler
Bought a missile the size of Zab Judah
I smoke weed, no other sh**
The widow's getting high off some other sh**
You could keep that, respect to you
Get out of line, put the heater to your neck to you
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
We get more money than Google, y'all n***as is doo-doo
Throw the Mac in your mouth and bu*t-f** your boo-boo
Yeah, pause, little p**y, I'm the cable man
Flow direct, your ho I wreck, horse dick stable man
Black Trump, n***a, with fat pockets
Crooked like Jesse Jackson in a black watching
Broke n***as with rich who*es
Run off in the Hamptons, sawed-off and get yours
Homies rock the freshest since AJ Lester's
Cooling on Orchard, buying shoes and vest-es
Why pretending who in it? Yo, we winning, y'all sent it
I post in the Ghost, the German Lugers is spitting
Pocket full, rock the wool, Chevys'll stop the bull
Raising the gauge, ramming his co*ky wolves
Lefrac, Yonkers, and Staten wolves
n***as take ma**ive pulls, so now we blast and them ba*tards move
[Hook]