(feat. Fat Joe, Raekwon, Scarface)



[Intro: Scarface]

Don't see Kay in these motherfuckin' streets dog

Nigga walkin' around in this motherfucker lookin' shocked and stupid, baby

We runnin' these motherfuckin' streets for real

Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby

Kay Slay, they don't want me out here

They don't want you out here, dog

This is motherfuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City

Holla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no motherfuckin' ice, baby

We rock this real shit, dog

And if you think a nigga bullshittin', come fuck wit it

It's goin' down...



[Scarface]

Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in gloves

I'm the poof in the booth, bitch, read it in blood

It's Face at you, freezin' motherfuckers like a statue

I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you

The end of your beginning, before you even get it started

You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless

Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter

I'm a gangsta, raised around the dope fiends and hustlers

But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk

Don't let shit slide, cause beef don't walk

We attack hoes, fuck a nigga with wack flows

I'm the last of a dying, bitch, act like you don't know

I'm the reason you niggas walk around thug

Just remember I'm the one made, you can get touched

So what you fittin to put a record out, you a motherfuckin sellout

Slay told me to knock your ass out



[Chorus x2: Scarface]

And you was right, I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass

To start with, you know it's better get your self regardless

And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with

Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit



[Raekwon]

Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib

Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton's

Mills is spent, still don, still rentin'

Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish, still killin' clicks

The fifth out, don't even breathe out

And ganna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all fam

What, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgue

The casket leather, the python seeks your dog

Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses

Actin' like he did ten sentences, son ain't real

He got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighter

Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove off

It's money on it, until them young niggas don on it

Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it

Make a toast for hours, for all the money and power

The right division, don't never let corns get it, drama



[Chorus x2]



[Fat Joe]

Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot

I never liked ya ass, but then again, you can't be shocked

Most feared in this rap game, and ain't for frontin'

Best believe when shit pop off, I'm blazin' somethin'

It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest

Nigga can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the best

I've been doin' this for years, ruinin' careers

Niggas never wanna listen til the toolies in the air

It's the kid that don't be givin' a fuck, I hold a shit outta grudge

The type of nigga that'll spit at the judge

Niggas gettin' gelled, they say I'm livin' it up

Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it up

I play the corner when the shit is hot, summer time in the X

Kay Slay got the shit on lock

That's where you go to find the God body

Second to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God...



[Chorus x2]