Intro:
 Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs.
 Blew the video. Ras Kass
 Organized rhymes, nigga
 Listen

 Verse 1: Ras Kass

 I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic core
 Black and wrist, with the crack get the gat.
 If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappy
 Groupies get the bozack
 Snake niggaz I'm gonna get your ass back, like your ass crack
 Shit lowjack and you know that
 I ain't never bout wit down nigga
 Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama
 Life is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommas
 You know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterflies
 MC's live like catterpilla (pilla)
 Beyond some dreams, smoke fuckin get paid
 Every thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawers
 for three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ's
 Like I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew
 Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick ass
 and drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer
 Some say my attitude is fucked up and real crummy
 since I come from the state where it's always sunny
 Ha ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said:
 No child, I work hoes for the money

 Chorus: Ras Kass and K. Born:

 So many days, so many nights.
 So many mics blown.
 So many ways to die, so many strive.
 So many days, so many nights.
 So many mics blown.
 So many ways to die, so many try.

 Verse 2: K. Born

 How you do that there ?
 Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, please
 Fuck the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis
 I got my front and my back, like prevysesis
 So tell me who this niggaz think they intimidated
 I ain't havin none of that shit that bein constipated
 My pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat ends
 And I'm still on critically,
 the queen of central corner vaugh matches lyrically
 So what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't fuckin wit me (true)
 I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the company
 Once before the icore. Switch my soft war
 Release the rugged more, wit the mark of the beast
 Fuck a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy gets infected wit gees
 Gotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet)
 You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolution
 Yo. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney Houston
 You feel me ? I do shit
 Pussy

 Chorus repeated once