[Rock]
 Come on (BCC)
 Come on (MFC)
 Come on (BCC)
 Come on (YEAH!)
 Aiyyo Rock  Rock  Rock
 Everybody say Rock  not Lou from suburbs to PJ's
 So watch ya hootchie  groupies get dudes beat up
 Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck
 See me on the streets 'bra  I'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper
 Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
 Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall
 Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls
 Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten
 Plus the other nine cats, my Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card?)
 Yeah my Rapper Card, it works in live sessions
 Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera

 [Buckshot]
 Buckshot rock knots wit fists
 Niggas stay high while I rock wit this
 Mobb on y'all niggas like The Infamous
 Too close wit the dillinger, two shots I don't miss
 I'm wiggin out while I'm diggin out backs
 Run from the gun claps, run three laps
 Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack
 Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs
 Now this is what I act like when I smoke on black
 Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts
 >From the, street Bible or the street Quran
 Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on
 I'm a nappy little nigga, still goin strong
 You can eat a dick while I eat a thong (CLUE!)
 But still the bomb

 [Tek]
 It's the wave-king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-ons
 Don't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on
 My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick
 While my crew from New Jerus stay vickin ya whips
 Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin like this
 Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six
 Wit the AMG kit, Ericsson wit the chip
 Y'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dick
 I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines
 One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times
 So while I'm takin a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit
 The amount we flip depends on what we get
 It's like a Wall Street trick, dirty money move quick
 My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit
 On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one's bone
 Look, ain't no tellin how many gats I've thrown

 [Rock] (Steele)
 Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)
 Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)
 Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)
 Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat)

 [Lidu Rock]
 Yo the set I claim is the set that bang
 To the muthafuckin end, I be doin my thing (YEAH!)
 Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G stackin
 First the Bloods and the Crips, now bitches is carjackin
 Like my nigga Craig and em say, "Fuck that shit!"
 Rockin shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that shit
 Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you walk
 I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk
 For real son, now we got mad cops on the block
 Cuz we hold it down for Doc and I keep my heat cocked
 Lidu Rock, what the fuck I know y'all niggas mad at me
 So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthafucker

 [Ruck]
 You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin cap
 Fake nigga from the projects who ain't got a gat
 Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam
 When the gun click, your ass shit navy beans
 Maybe these, niggas ain't ready for the Magnum
 Force, the Holocaust, balls I just dragged them
 Off lost in the sauce and of course I'm glad them
 Monkey niggas don't fuck wit the Ruck cuz they fags, son
 The last one, to step to Sean P caught a bad one
 Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em
 Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great
 Still bummin money for stoges and a Drakes cake

 [Steele]
 Get it straight, y'all niggas fuckin wit some heavyweights
 Boot Camp-ion champions on point like paper mates
 Demonstrate, spectacular venacular
 Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula
 Snatchin ya, off the street like police
 Next week, they find your body washin up on the beach
 Don't speak if you ain't at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool)
 Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong
 See me in Brook-lyn where crooks be armed
 Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites
 Callin your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya place
 We the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your face
 Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates
 Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet
 My mind spray like a murderer's nine spray
 The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day

 [DJ Clue]
 DJ Clue, The Professional
 Part One, you know how we do it
 Word up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco
 My nigga B.I.G. word up
 And we out, till next time
 For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657
 Aight then