the bite when I write   I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm
 outasight   take flight   or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then
 proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin
 rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin
 money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew
 moving
 just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor
 when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and
 soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When
 rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock
 dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley
 Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we
 got the
 tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries
 lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but
 the
 fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City
 niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and
 dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so
 me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few
 get
 roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the
 host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme -
 they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our
 team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A.
 ....They
 supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we
 play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to
 bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As
 money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin
 while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or
 corrodin...say I show them what it means to flip script..and sink
 your
 battleship..slip and cock the clip inside the whip...aimin for
 the right ties...sippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids
 that think they learned it all from wise guys...what they
 do..going through a lifetime without a clue...with the need to turn
 around like the cap on my brew...Be askin you when they be
 tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave
 their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for
 what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the
 earth....knee high - we piled style that you couldn't
 deny...$200. dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Fila...till today..we
 don't play..Never been one to run astray..using my mind like the
 nine as the rhyme leads the way......Born buck..in search of luck..I
 love the feel of sunshine..but sometime when it be raining, still
 you'd see me unwind..one time when I was young and far away
 from
 Cancun...Hip Hop was mine to consume...to pass around in
 Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explode..I'm hittin niggas
 like
 they owed..behold...I grab the mic with two hand choke
 holds...I'm out to fold till I'm old..with bank accounts of
 untold..stash cash..plus jars full of slivers of gold...a rhyme
 rocker..I gets
 up in your mouth just like Binaca..with the proper that be bangin
 like a
 sock over a locker....Once again Dres..lays it down with
 the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu Kang...I brang..many
 a
 thang in event of battle we..be the baddest ...be turning
 babbles into babalities...on a road to explode..catch me on the
 seldom
 walked...from the sands of Sahara to the streets of New
 York..to talk the time of we..even a blind man could see...that he's
 living in the very last of days that be... NYCN pge 2

 Still got the heart of Simba..and the skills of Gepetto...my style is
 quasi moto..ill forms, that rock the ghetto..Whas the deal
 bro...me yo, I been chillin like Sub Zero...not that I'm your
 hero...but
 yo, it's hot and full of Nero's ...so me, me and mine in line to
 shine with true clout...Electric...with company...don't make us turn
 your lights out HOOK