[Cig:]

Cig's next in line, call it a take over!



These cats ain't ready for me to get heavy

So many adversaries want me buried in the cemetery

You're a snitch, you're a bitch, you don't want no beef

Talkin' shit? Piece of shit, dog, you can't compete

Cowards step to this, you'll get filled with holes

I'll have you jettin' (Jet in) NY like Laveranues Coles

Mix Bacardi with dro, chicks party with Hypno

Cig throws back more Heat then Alonzo

Fuck with Cig? That's like askin' for your death

Rip your lungs & throw 'em back so you can catch your breath

Your records can't sell, your life? Don't risk it

Wind up another dead rapper statistic

I'm realistic, I'm Staten's finest

Your attitude was positive until your crew got minused

Cause I'm packin' more Teck's (tech's) then Rashid Wallace

My flow's flawless, flap shit, you'll be jawless

That's why you ain't felt, cause all you do is front

The only gun you ever held came free with Duck Hunt

You're too shook to stunt, and we can see right through you

I've heard blank CD's that sound better then you do



[Chorus: x2]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can get it

If you ain't with it, then you'll get it

Don't want the beef, you don't want it with us

Don't run these streets, they don't want it with us



[J Formz:]

Sadly we lost Pac and L due to assassination

So now Cig and Formz the new Deadly Combination

Rap abomination, domination, got you facin' plots you hatin'

Got you waitin', got you pacin', heart racin'

Stop the fakin', all the hatin', pop your face in, cop your weight and

Pop the tape in, no escapin' the Cig and Formz compilation

The cops are tracin' the flow, we so real

And how I got you sayin "OH" with no deal

Come through blocks with glocks, and I'm known to kill

Cause when I cock and pop, your brain's known to spill

You wanna spit again, but the game's over, chill

Sign, get rich, and then what? I'm a soldier still

Never stop ridin', never stop spittin'

And the hottest shit I'm rippin' is probably not written

So send word through your Nextel's and hand out flyers

And fuck Denzel son cause this Man's On Fire



[Chorus]



[Cig:]

Cut pies like pizza, what guys will buy fame?

Move Key's like Alicia, but you'll know my name

Your crew's gettin' bling? you're cocky and lame

Last time you seen checks was at hockey games

My wrist's rocky, all these haters could greet snubs

Chick's feen for the mug, whip's clean, sweet dubs

16 and a beam, aimed to heat thugs

And you ain't gotta go on Fear Factor to eat slugs

Cig's that thug that gets chick's to strip fast

AK in the dash that'll give you whiplash

You're a chump poppin' off, I'm coppin' cream fast

You ought to stop producin' like you was Dreamcast

You're gassed like Jews at the Holocaust

And these tools blast fools when the hollow's are tossed

We pop bottles, cop Movado's just to floss

And the models follow just to say they swallowed a boos, yeah!



[Chorus]



[Cig:]

You ignorant mother fuckers man, you do your little shows, you hand out

your little flyers. Bottom line is, we'll see who they feelin' man. Don't

you dare ever try and do this to me again man, I own this shit man. I was built

for this, you ain't built for this man. Y'all battery rappers man, get charged

up. Follow me and see how shit gets done around here man