(Noreaga)
       This ain't no game man
       A lot of people look from the outside from in
       thinking that it's easy man
       You know what I'm saying, not realizing we work too
       You know what I mean, we working everyday hard
       Getting our hands dirty just like y'all
       But y'all think y'all better

       (Musolini)

       Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
       I pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns
       While you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds
       Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tongues
       Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they lungs
       Bitch made cats, find em wherever you at
       Your man in you face will stab you in the back
       Life's a bitch, so rub up and fuck it
       You live your life, you gotta love it
       Six double o, used to whip a bucket
       Left the strip cause niggaz like five seven tips
       Hood of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
       long with the stones on my fists
       niggaz hating me, cause I got chips
       Left the hood rich
       Nutin but diamond dis, head from a bitch
       In the back of a thugged out whip
       Why not shit
       Devilish, your crabs ain't shit
       Mad at this, certain gentle wrist

       (Chorus: Maze)

       It's not a game nigga
       Me move in and move out
       Most niggaz try to follow the route
       But they can't see what we see
       Thugged out like wherever we be
       M-A-Z-E, N.O.R.E., Musolini

       (Noreaga)

       Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and shit
       Same niggaz that you fucking wit
       Fucking wit them cats that you don't fuck wit
       Whatcha supposed to do?
       Both of them are part of the crew
       Can't choose side (true)
       I don't know, I don't like to go that road
       If that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit them yo
       While say break up to make up
       I say stick together god until y'all cake up
       Bitches meet me at the crown plaza
       On they period, it don't matter
       I'm in the head something serious
       It ain't a game god, yo it never was
       I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz
       My associates that I use to sit and chill wit
       Now it's only family I like to deal wit
       That I like to build wit
       Get high, hold steal wit
       So let's do this, all my niggaz run through this

       (Chorus)

       (Maze)

       The money attitudes the cay in
       To many snakes in the way
       A getting paid playing laid-back on my days in
       I want to enter fortune but which way in
       Wit out getting lost in a storm
       My pen pages reflect Maze
       Why steps from his H on, shades beyond the grave
       Golden braids hang from my physical
       Bitched scare me
       Move mystical enchanting branson weed at me
       I'm like fan of B
       Vanish from the scene in a blur
       But barely seen, clearly heard in my action
       And act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my hand
       We're in your land like a hard drizzle
       To reach my pinnacle is minimal
       Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul

       (Chorus