Intro: Mic Geronimo  (DMX)
 Yeah.. (grrrrr)
 Introducing the Suspects
 DMX (grrrrr)  Ja Rule
 Cormega  Fatal Hussein (grrrrr)
 Mic Geronimo (my niggaz)

 [DMX]
 What's all the noise about?
 Have some respect  shut the fuck up
 Driveby  money talkin shit  yo back the truck up
 Y'all niggaz don't respect me but you fear me
 and fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
 If I smack the shit outta this nigga
 His man over here be like, "Yo -- what? Nigga what?"
 But his man is like, "Psych yo"
 Take it from one extreme to the next
 And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
 I can bring it from up here, to ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
 Down to, "Aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs"
 I play wit words, blurs and slurs, flip styles
 Take his and hers, niggaz is couraged, I get wild
 So don't make me angry, you WOULDN'T LIKE ME when I'm angry
 I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me
 (WHAT?) Catch me when I'm sleepin, with one eye closed
 One guy chose the dogs; left one got froze, filled with holes

 [Ja Rule]
 Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' dey touch this here
 It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah
 Which Bentley's? Ice drippin off the jewels, daily
 Ja the one, what? Y'all don't hear me, nigga
 Y'all remember, C-M-C, '95 December
 Fine women, illegal tender, such is life
 When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me?
 Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's wanna own me
 Damned if I die slow-ly, drugged out broke and lonely
 Like so many who pushed roadie before me
 Ja, hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me
 Inadvertantly shittin on the Top 20
 Y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched
 See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
 Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
 Think again if you thought I gave a fuck!

 Chorus: Mic Geronimo

 Yo..
 Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-Y
 We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead eye
 Aimin at the sky's limit, jumpin in, we all in it
 The good life, tryin ta live it *repeat*

 [Cormega]
 Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars
 Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)
 Live niggaz, I love y'all for representin
 Ya have respect of prison, came home, caught a Expedition
 Look in my eye, you see realness
 The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims
 My name ringin, chain swingin, ain't richest?
 Are you my heir? Like do we present the same vision?
 My insight is deep, mental intuition
 Type essential, due to this trife life we livin
 My cypher, e-lite snipers in the mountains
 The Bridge under pressure for mad years and countin
 What? My connect eatin papaya, supplyin me
 Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty
 9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest
 My only fear is 25 years of death

 [Fatal Hussein]
 One deep from Jersey, on the Island doin six
 Now ain't that a bitch, they sayin, "Hussein never shit"
 I shot more niggaz than thorough niggaz in your crew
 You and your mother know don't go against, be on you
 Mad career criminal, crimin be like a hobby
 Probably drinkin my notty or ill just shootin my shotty
 Nigga you get extorted, flippin styles, poppin chicks
 Bullets small as his G-B-30, niggaz lose it quick
 I had to get out of town, I done shot another dick
 Niggaz'll roll tricks to keep they mind off shit
 I tack up parole, they supervise my whole side
 Money wise, surprised, thug niggaz on the rise
 These card cats is federal, you soft and shreddable
 Picturin every rappers comin at me all edible
 I lift past your crew, you know what I'm about
 Guinness-style, Outlawz, just hit up another out

 [Mic Geronimo]
 Hmmm, yeah, yeah, now
 Runnin wit five niggaz, criminal disguised niggaz
 The live niggaz, pull a Mac what? Surprise niggaz
 Holdin my mics stiletto like; invitin these water-head brothers
 to get splashed back and take it light
 Slidin back when I was 16, Romelo my brother
 told me laid back, aced up, to play it mellow
 Seein how I'm a young Othello
 Don't confuse me wit them brothers who lost playin black DeNiro
 The boss of this, gettin tossed to Crist'
 The barber shit, we ballin flawlessly
 For-ever y'all brothers tried but never to touch me
 The God, heated up beyond the frequency
 Now it's time to put you niggaz under pressure, we form
 Here I am, if it's on then it's on
 If the world was yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me?
 Hold your head, we about to see, motherfucker

 Outro: Mic Geronimo

 Yeah, Usual Suspects, never suspect niggaz.. yeah
 What y'all thought I was gone?
 Never that, it's been deaded
 Y'all see