Hook:
 We want it all so we out for the cash
 Life's too short so we gotta live fast
 Gotta keep it real get the doe and that's that
 Before we go out you know we gotta live phat
 "5 deadly venoms on wax"

 Al' Tariq:
 I break 'em down like cheers tear for fears from the ave
 Tariq whatever you seek baby you shall
 Be given to ya deliver to ya
 Posses asses we movin' around up in the chest no less
 I keep the minds straight organize and raise above these fake spies
 Like Organize now these guys are frontin' talking about blastin' and
 lootin'
 Niggas slashin' shit but son son who ya foolin'?
 My nigga don't ever get no bigger than your britches
 You know the old sayin' daddy uh, stitches and ditches
 For snitches
 So pour out the D.P. and pass the Moe Moe
 And clean you imagination of that fake funk flow

 Psycho Les:
 Kill the noise your funk is unsented
 This track is splended Honda wanted me to represent it (yo who?)
 The P.S.Y.C.H.O. deep between the lines of yayo
 Son you fake a jack push your wig back like Burt Renoylds
 Even when I'm stressed I keep my chin up like Jay Leno
 Bring it to any fuckin' morano
 Latino bag 'em, for they casino

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 JuJu:
 I'm back son I know it's been a while but whatever
 I'm terror undoubtedly more violent then ever
 I'm out here gettin' money more ways then three
 I can't see these clown niggas more paid then me
 You crazy it takes one look you'll determine
 That you wouldn't dare fuck around with this German
 The life or dead kids incredible Fed bids heroin dreams
 And wild schemes my heads deep

 Fat Joe:
 Who gives a fuck about the opposition?
 My position is far from fiction
 I started bitches seeing cream from all these fiends
 With large addictions partner listen
 I been doin' this shit for years endin' careers
 Bringin' Max back from the ten cheers yeah
 So don't consider beefin'
 I get rid of even the largest rap artist while the niggas sleepin'
 Keepin' the street sweeper close
 Cause niggas who lac-tose
 Subtrack the grim reaper the most

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 Problemz:
 It goes a one Mississippi two Mississippi three G
 With all them motherfuckin' I's (eyes) niggas couldn't see
 P.R.O.B., L.E.M.Z. with the verbal tactics
 This ghetto bastard gets you bouncin' like a matress
 I'm all that not to sound conceited
 But I'm undefeated
 Handin' out nuff knots (nots) like Ripley so you better believe it
 A dedicatated underground representitive
 Rugged instramentals get me hyped and give me insentitive
 To blow up the spot like Waco Texas
 When I flex this crusty MC's get corroded like espestis
 On some next shit but it's just the Brooklyn comin' out out me
 I'm one of the ruggedest niggas alive
 There ain't no pussy parts about me
 Word is born this shit is on in your area
 Problemz representin', mass hysteria
 The kid from BK who rock the diamond studded crowns
 Comin' directly from Flatbush poppo now hold that down

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