(feat. DMX, Ja Rule, The Lox, Tragedy Khadafi)



Yeah

(Grrr...)

Introducin the suspects

DMX

(Grrr...)

Ja Rule

LOX

Khadafi

(Grrr...)

Mic Geronimo

(My niggas...)



[VERSE 1: DMX]

What's all the noise about, have some respect, shut the fuck up

Drive-by, money talkin shit, yo, back the truck up

Y'all niggas don't respect me but you fear me

And fear is better than respect, y'all niggas hear me

If I smack the shit out this nigga, his man over here be like, "Yo

What nigga, what," but his man is like "Psych, yo"

Can get from one extreme to the next

And my shit always bounce like DM to the X

I can bring it from up here: "Enough is enough!"

Down to: "Aight, I think it's safe to take off the cuffs"

Play with words, blurs and slurs, flip styles

Take his and hers, niggas is cursed, I get wild

So don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry

I met a lot of enemies and they all like to thank me

Catch me when I'm sleepin with one eyed closed

One guy chose to doze, left one guy froze filled with hoes



[VERSE 2: Ja Rule]

It ought to be a long time before they touch this here

It's Gotti's consigliere, let's take it there, make a mill a year

Push Bentleys, ice drippin off the jewels daily

Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me?

Nigga, y'all remember, CMC 95 December

Fine women, illegal tender, such is life

When I feel like I ain't to be held, who can hold me?

Hoes try to console me, rec execs wanna own me

Damn if I die slowly, 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

Inadvertenly shittin on the top 20

Y'all niggas kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched

See, by the time y'all realize I be done touched you up

Blazed you up, your whole style chump, nigga, what

Think again if you thought if I thought I give a fuck



[VERSE 3: Jadakiss & Styles]

Yo, it's pitiful, everything's political

But I got more rounds now, so all y'all can get a few

You know the shit that we be on, the three on

'Must be the money' like Deion that we see on

Players, you pop shit, I rather pop shells

Twist l's, blow chats with the rap cartels

Nigga, one nation under gutter (aha)

LOX style (yeah) I bring it to your mother

Christ, you get iced if you fuck with my brother

You know who run New York, so bump the undercovers

Yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare

My niggas stick together and none of us care

We ain't got time for cages, doin ages

Thinkin of my crew holdin my two razors

Lockin in, lockin out, I play the block

Poppin up, poppin out, I like to shout

I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns

Honeys sellin crack, put this pack on your son

It ain't my fault I want a vault full of money

This shit is dead real, I seen a nigga shoot a honey

Now who's to blame when you bleed, ain't no answer

If it ain't a bullet, then I'ma die from cancer

Puff out till my lungs is gone

And nigga, it's a war till the guns is gone



[VERSE 4: Tragedy Khadafi]

Yeah... yo

Giuliani showed me to hell's another level

Blessed by Allah, possessed by the devil

Born in this crime I was sworn to do

Slayin you fake thugs that's performin too

I'ma bleed 25 till my dying day

Sprayin a AK till this world decay

If the feds wanna stay, we gon' make them pay

Cursin they whole life till they old and grey

In the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit

Will they murder me in hell, crucify my lyrics?

Only time ever tells and I know that you feel it

All my niggas in the cell, yo, I'm with you in spirit

Nothin nice 'bout a nigga when he doin his bids

Comin home to the next man raisin your kids

To my thugs in the Bridge, hold your head

Cause niggas is gon' feel it till they cold and dead



[VERSE 5: Mic Geronimo]

Runnin with five niggas, criminal disguised niggas

The live niggas, pull a mac, what, surprise niggas

Holdin my mic stiletto-like

Invitin these waterhead niggas to get splashed back and take it light

Slided back when we're 16 my mellow my brother

Told me lay it back, aced back and play it mellow

Seein how I'm a young Othello

Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playin black De Niro

A boss with this, gettin tossed with Cris

The gorgeous shit, we ballin flawlessly 

Whatever y'all brothers try, but never to touch me

The god, heated up beyond the frequency

Now it's time to put you niggas 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...

Muthafucka



Yeah

Usual Suspects

Never suspect niggas

Yeah

What y'all thought I was gone

Never that

It's Vendetta

Y'all'll see