Yeah

Y'all know what this is we back at it (uh huh)

Come on

It's that nine eleven music right here man

We in the building man

Welcome to ground zero everybody

Juelz Santana

Dipset

Hell Rell





Yo, yo I speak pain, I spit power, talk courage, breathe flowers

Follow me thru the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers

Don't get caught up when the street showers

When the guns rain, the clips pour, the soldiers grip fours, then begin war

Come on, it's Santana the Great

Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fucker

I'm trying to get my act together, in the booth now trying to get my rap together

You know, I got to fire to heat the street up

Abuse the track, and beat the beat up you know?

You already know what I'm about homie

 I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie

You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie

Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me

You know I ain't stopping yet

You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet

I'm in the mist of a bidding war

And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit





Yes the boys are back at it

Come holler at us, the boys are back at it

So line em up, shoot em down

Do it know

Welcome to ground zero

Tell 'em it's ground zero

Line em up, shoot em down

Do it know

Welcome to ground zero

Tell 'em it's ground zero

Yes the boys are back at it

Come holler at us, the boys are back at it





Killa, yo, these girls told you I'm the man right? (right?)

Well listen to lover

When I beef, visions are gutter

Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother

I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother

The shit is disguster

Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by evil

Yeah, I see your bitch is impressed, my kicks is all fresh

This shit on my chest, by Mitchell and S.

I got her opened, hoping she's not, I'd have her crack in her tits, coke in her twat

Have her crack up the strip, coke up the block

She'd get cracked up and hit, keep soaping your cycle mami

My girls lay up in suites, a half of cake of week, and masturbate like Tweet

Killa, I be popping the oozies, copping them Coogis, eyes on the drop real droopy

Mair is snoopy, look at your hooptie, rocking the rubies

Hop in the hoochie, popping her coochie

Chill while I'm chasing millions

I'm a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh)

Don't play with villas', vacate the building

Or the eights will come and rape your children

Yeah, it's a kilo to a milligram

I'm still the man, word to Killa Cam (Killa Cam)





Yes the boys are back at it

Come holler at us, the boys are back at it

So line em up, shoot em down

Do it know

Welcome to ground zero

Tell 'em it's ground zero

Line em up, shoot  em down

Do it know

Welcome to ground zero

Tell 'em it's ground zero

Yes the boys are back at it

Come holler at us, the boys are back at it





Two of my cards and crooks slashed at two of my pawns and rooks

For all the charms they took

To my head of security, british the titan, clicking the fifth, and gripping it tight

God dammit, not to mention my bishop and knights, I listen to Bridgette to White

Makin' crucial trips through the night (highways)

And Prince Juelz, I told you ever since Juelz

If them faggets even flinch Juelz (bluuuuatttt)

My dogs are gonna it 'em alive

Forty-fours, the pleading, deleting they lives (come on)

And Killa wallys leading the movement, for realla we wouldn't be in this movement

Over him I might kill ya (kill ya)

Be in a tomb, just facing my time

Loyal on side, outside spoiler on rides, system bumping, bumping "oh boy" in the ride

Oh boy I done slide, shit, he done came got his boy, he's ashamed at his boy

Had to flame at a boy, over the name we employed

Which is none other than Dip Set, for ya'll dumb motherfuckers (holla)







Killa the Don, Freaky, Juelz Santana, BK, Harlem (whoo)

Hell Rell, the whole Taliban, Dip Set, T. Money, Luca