Chorus:
 As time goes by  an eye for an eye
 We in this together son your beef is mines
 So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
 We in this together son your beef is mines

 Chorus

 Verse One: Prodigy

 Let me start from the beginning  at the top of the list
 KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like this
 Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
 Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
 for the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range Rover
 All jewelled like Liberace
 You watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me
 But I'll be on the low sippin Asti Spumante
 Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
 Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep
 Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah
 but keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure
 If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
 The world is ours and your team's inferior
 You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
 Kidnap your children make the situation scarier
 Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
 I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
 I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
 Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
 Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
 Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
 through the butter soft leather upholestry
 But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me

 Verse Two: Havoc

 Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
 Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
 Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
 Sling do my thing organize fiend servants
 Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal
 So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real
 cuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
 Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi
 Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
 dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
 Get your life lost never found again my friend
 Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
 On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches
 Your last restin place'll be a ditch kid
 No one can stop me try your style's sloppy
 Want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
 My theme is all about making the green
 Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Nas

 A drug dealer's dream
 Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam
 Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
 Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
 Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend
 Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
 Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
 New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse
 Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
 Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
 Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
 I got hoes that used to milk you
 Niggaz who could've killed you
 Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
 Nas Escobar movin on your weak production
 Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin

 Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef

 Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
 they swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's
 playin corners glancin all up in your cornea
 Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya
 But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right
 It's only right, feelin higher than an airplane right
 Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
 Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go
 Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
 Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun
 But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
 Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill

 Chorus 2X

 Outro: Raekwon

 Uhhh
 Lay back
 Word up, just bless em
 with the bulletproof
 Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
 for your nation
 Yeah