"Hah!" [is chanted in the background all throughout song]



[St. Nickolas]

Black Rose, Black Rose

Moneray, Moneray

Corleone, Corleone

Nicky Bonds, Nicky Bonds

Mista Go, Mista Go

Holiday, Holiday



Ring-around-the-rosie

It's that old lady you know bein nosey

Call a jake, but they case ain't strong enough to hold me

Society's out to fold me, but can't control me

My homies, lonely like Bugs Bunny for money

A jolt to get you jaw, but kid ain't nothin funny

Shit's changin like the weather, get your act together

Bitches packin berettas in hoodie sweaters and leathers

Flippin did grim, although they man don't see cheddar

Livin in the lost somewhere up North in Rhode Isle

Style, I meditate like a monk from Shao'



[Raekwon] "Handle it son, fuck it!"



It's that project shit that make my mind slip and my nine spit

Rollin with convicts, flippin on dime chicks

As time ticks, crime shifts from hustle to hustle

Struggle to get some zeros, tired of eatin chicken wings and heros

2 .45's ain't makin it, I'm ready to grab the pistol and start takin it

I gotta get some CREAM, nahmean?



[Daddy Rose]

So check the 4 trey's, dark Liz Claiborne shades

Used to wear my hair in braids

Then I went back to fades

Livin my life by playin spades

Spittin razor blades, guns and Money Trades

Became my man a, callico, .45, .58

Give me 2 handguns to set my B.I. straight

Get the pawn, wear mocknecks, stay in sets

Skills, fuck my ex, smoke a joint

The wild kinda guy, stay high

Me and my Fam' play for keeps, nigga you will die

In the depths of the village where I be

come see me, face-to-face, build on today's degrees

I puff the skunky blade, in tune with G.O.D.

Set you free, mathematically

Remove the pain from you vision, allow you to see

how we get down in BC, thuggly

When you see us, hide your shines and your money

Hide your red bone honey

Corleone, these assholes in this industry ain't funny

Who said PC won't eat, laid it down in the street

In the hot summer heat, cuz it's like that



[Sauldin]

Caught us, street hustlers

Love is sleep, chokin the mufflers

Always smokin when we meet

Shuff-shufflers rollin deep

Holdin with prudent customers

Ghetto salutin, shootin one time for niggas foldin

While I'm reloadin, gun smoke from salutin

Hung by the throat, jury slung, Black Rose control it

like dope settle, coast-to-coast, metal-to-metal

coastin, heavy metal, sippin on moet, oh

Crackin boasters, braggin blunts

Baggin shows, the host of corvettos

Coastin the ghetto, con-Deniro postin for Deniro

Trials play heros, got Shang Hai with no alibi

He died in front of the candy store, fried

We bagged him up, braggin, gettin tore up

Crookin corrupt, while jaggin, jacked cabin

Blowin smoke out of your nose like a dragon



[Daddy Rose]

Are you wit me?

Black Rose, are you wit me?



Sight one, test evils with hood supressents

Feedle charge card, killed confessin for God

Chaufer, Roley, your portfolio, Corleone

Don, cristal with bubble, wisked out affair

Population Click run the world, Crime Syndicate

Dreddy key-cut it like locksmiths

Cock .4-5th, pleaded like 5th if

incriminatin evidence exists

Guns crawl, while I'm all off, tipsey

Gun the clientel like circumcisions

Believe the myth, never can believe Brandy slipped

Fire place, fortress, Lord beyond Don

Keep Cronz handy, Moneray Jack

El Padre, adios '96, '76



[Corleone]

Nigga, North side, full quantum, black taunter

Main underworld sorcerers, Columbian ties

Wear crosses, bitch nigga, Golith slayer

We sling shots like sling rocks at King David

In the book of psalms, the killer San Juan

blood on my palm, too many sharks in my water

Give an order to the Don Senora

Cross the Mexican border, intoxicated, never sober

The Brownsville chain snatcher, Puerto Rican poppi choker

Ganja smoker, Adidas padre

On the corner sellin Coca Colas

Nine shot Desert Eagle toters

Takin over from New York to Minnesota

Transmittin, shittin like the Great Britain

Population shuttin shit down like Bill Clinton



[Daddy Rose]

The ghetto started gettin rough

Many Crones and thugs got tossed

If not for the courage for the fearless four,

the ghetto would be lost

the ghetto would be lost