[Parrish Smith]
 Huh  Erick Sermon  EPMD  check it  M.O.P.
 Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
 Hold me down  hold me down *echoes*...

 [PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it
 [E Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam
 [PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
 Hold me down  hold me down (*echoes*)..

 Uhh.. yo!
 I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
 I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
 Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York
 To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
 Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee
 Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P
 Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
 Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
 Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
 Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
 I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
 We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools

 [M.O.P] Next up!
 [E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me
 [PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony

 [Erick Sermon]
 Yo P!
 Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
 Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
 E hustle, and muscle my way in
 then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
 Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
 Then leave them like -- who done it?
 Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
 When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
 YO! I get looks when I'm in the place
 That's that nigga, makin you  Smile  with Scarface
 Uhh,  It Ain't My Fault , that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
 Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
 If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
 Be  Downtown Swingin , M.O.P. style

 [M.O.P. & ES] NEXT UP!
 [Billy Danze] Yo I believe that's me
 [ErickSermon] Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the Symphony

 [Billy Danze]
 Say hello to the devil Danze'll kick
 Whenever tragic hit, It's (E)(MO-PMD) blastin shit
 Put in work in this cold game
 Soldier *echoes* I use work as code name
 Told ya, line em up its Soul Train
 (B-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) And I give em the whole thing
 My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it
 Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad shit)
 I'm donatin a casket
 We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic
 (Tell em what you sayin) Get the bozac
 Before I tear your maggot ass flat (BOOM BOOM) They're back

 [M.O.P.] NEXT UP!
 [L Fame] Yo I believe that's me
 [BDanze] (Fame!) Get on the mic for the Symphony

 [Lil' Fame]
 For gettin the real, straight from B'Ville
 Motherfuckers don't like Fame cause I'm not cream filled
 I feel what I speak so I speak what I feel
 Sleep and I will, reap and I kill
 Motherfuck (who know) jump out a HUGO
 Open up your back with a mac, UNO UNO
 Ghettoville nigga, I break all laws
 Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls
 This rap game is a street game now, the game switched
 Rappers are gettin killed now with the same shit
 I ain't no motherfuckin role model, kids don't follow
 Cause I'ma hit this bitch full throttle
 The type to RAISE UP 5-0 in your lobby
 Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
 Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us
 Or THE FIRST FAMILY will come kill you with the heaters
 BLAH *echoes