(Intro: Inspectah Deck) Pop in peace.. Once again I gotta rise from the dead Like the prophecy has been fulfilled or something So be it.. (Inspectah Deck) I know the code, I'm a capital G., still surviving lowkey Brain shifting, pitching out of the V Bottom line, you got a problem with me, my name pop in the V's f** a watch that got property deeds I don't talk, won't spot me with D's You can spot me at the spot, with the next top model from Queens East side six rider, won't stop at the freeze Where them, coppers'll squeeze and them boppers is G's Where it's regular to serve the curb, when I splurge the word Now break bread, break birds in thirds Whose y'all I never heard y'all herbs, never burnt ya herb I run circles, all you work y'all nerves I'm a legend watch me work my swerve, on the verge to surge You understand it, if you learn the words, it go (Chorus: Inspectah Deck) This is what they want, son, mansions and yachts For a taste of it, the'll off ya top, aiyo This is what they want, son, big dreams and CREAM b**hes ride like the Scream Machine This is what they want, son, but they fail to get Cuz the radio don't play this sh**, yo This is what they want, son, real talk on wax Nevermind bout who did the track, man (Inspectah Deck) This is that get low, blow your 'dro, sip ya hypno' Three miles an hour, NARC style in ya whip slow Big city glow, I rest where the semi's blow And sleep with a piece, the streets won't let me go So, I'mma rep, til I'm dead, in my physical No, I'm not Biggie Smalls, I ain't 'ready to die' Or ready with the infered, his head's ready for I Live from the mosh pit, they black, cheddar his eye It gets like that, when you grinding in the pits like that The overtime, never quit type cat Stay low, posting up like Shaq Catch me stepping in the crisp, uniform like Max in white cap I'm back, so true to myself, I shine black Like that, then I get you more for nine flat I-N-S, House Gang on the plate, I buy that, like You cross me, and ah, nine's clap, and (Chorus)