Intro (sampled):
 Calling the police  calling the G men
 Calling all americans to war on the underworld

 All I need is money  and I'm getting that money tonight

 Verse One: Lil' Fame

 Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B Boy
 Watch out for Jake  snakes and decoys
 The streets keep you p noid
 Everyday's a new game  we do thangs for new thangs
 This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains
 Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
 In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
 Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
 Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
 That's why this  Downtown Swinga
 Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
 that make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
 It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
 The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
 So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes
 We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
 Heavy artillery in my facility
 For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz

 Chorus:

 Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
 What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!
 What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
 What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!

 Verse Two: Billy Danze

 The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
 Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
 Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
 Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
 I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
 Silently I move violently
 Me, ain't no reliable see
 I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
 Findin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave
 If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix
 And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six
 My kind, on the front line still standin
 Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannon
 Holdin it down it's the drama lord
 So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board
 Firin squad, niggaz on the run
 Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 Verse Three: Kool G. Rap

 Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
 Put M-16's in niggaz spleens
 So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
 it's blood spilled for real
 I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
 So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
 The biscuit that I'm clutchin
 Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
 Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
 We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers
 Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
 Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
 Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
 Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
 Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
 In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
 Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds
 Niggaz better stick to they guns

 Chorus: repeat 2X