[Verse 1 - Method Man:] Im that OG, some of yall know me I used to cop greens from 4G Nickels, dimes and ozs Im like Thors brother, so low key (Loki) I might swing a hammer, provoke me Put a shooter where Ko - be Tell ya like somebody done told me Never trust nobody who owe me And any wife is a trophy If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely [Verse 2 - Kash Verrazano:] Im all about the Benjys But that bring jealousy and envy Dont trust n***as, they smile it seems friendly Ill be damned if i pa** up Its for bricks when I mask up and run down On em to get my cash up Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked Come and take a trip to the dark side f** around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied no guys saying they neutral but playing both sides Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides Your boy aint playing a little Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle [Verse 3 - Carlton Fisk:] Fugitive on the run, felony warrants The police, kicking doors, question all the informants Carlo, feeling like the wars on and Im running through hell Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you Die or embrace the team, offers that you cant refuse Hanz On music, mother f**er, yeah say it with me Now get your smartphone, hater, and take a picture with me Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me Ride til I win the war, Cops put a clip in me Carlos, got k**ers on the payroll k**ers on the lay-low k**ers that will k** when I say so [Verse 4 Hanz On:] Theres a war going on outside, nobodies safe from I gotta get this money now, we gon take some A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something Im gonna hit em with the pounds, thatll break something Yall better run and get your boots time tight black Yall fornicating with this money, get your life rap Straight music, motherf**er cause its like that I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap And I be f**ing with the starks, he my ace boon Dont let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms And yo them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons Im bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms the situations getting chunky, tension mad thick Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag sh** Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab sh** My k**ahs coming with them cannons, bout to blast sh** [Verse 5 Streetlife:] Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock Apply pressure to your neck til your heart stops Got em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend Im an addict, Im addicted to rap cream New day is dawning but Im stuck in my old ways Gave you fair warning, Im reloading, okay? I aint gotta say its on Pop up at your front door, early morning Guns drawn, like ding dong [Verse 6 k**a Sin:] Cash, I get it up My n***as, I cant get enough Wont stop rocking til Im sitting up on diddy bucks A semi tuckin, witty f**er picture getting city stuck This city buck is sick of flipper Motherf**in city bus Big whip, coasting Throat stroking, slow motion Slow groove, so smooth Old school, Billy Ocean Caribbean Queen, mean body Dereon jeans Cherry bomb, the way she blow me She like heavy on dreams Enough with the petty con schemes I need Enron cream Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean