[Intro: G-Roc] Aiyo, this is real life right here Thirteen years, Grammy nominated Still underestimated, it's been hard but we made it Shadow Government, Fantom of the Beats
[Specman] Roll craps raw, sue parole board, stroll the yard with a sword You wage war, I could walk out of Two 4 Specman, wreck jams, what the blood clot? Catch you while you shitting on the shitter with ya drawers dropped Gag him up, hit him the heart, make it stop Watch his body drop down to the floor, he'll do the body rock Plot me not, C.O.'s need, too dumb to lock up Not doing no time in the bing, lock me out A lot of MC's cling to the big thing They ain't wanna speak on the pain in this thing No name in this swing, a knuckle game, fame in the ring You straight birds, I'm clipping ya wings Y'all been doing it wrong Up north, y'all be sporting a thong Specman, heavy in the cell with the crow on the map And I'm out with a gat sheet rap, creep, he's gone
[Interlude: Fes Taylor] Yo, who that? That Specs? Yo, what's good, baby? How you? Welcome home! Yo, I ain't see you in a minute, man It's been a long time, things done changed It's crazy out here
[Fes Taylor] I've been gone for a while, I'm back now, we all gon' smile Too many frowns on my homey's faces Phony stare that face us, so they snitch, jam us up with cases Try to replace us, we like permanent markers, you can't erase us Wanna see us wearing stripes like the Indiana Pacers Never ran, how could you chase us? My team is the definition of victory, guess you could taste us I play rough, hard ball thugs leaving black balls In house, snuck through the back door, I'm here to clap y'all Remember Fes from \"Shaolin Stomp\", on the b-side Now I'm in the streets live, 'bout to cop a C-5, wool over these sheeps eyes When the wolves come through, leave ya body all messy like cheese fries It's been a minute since you hear it this raw You want more? Howl at the wolves, Two 4 War
[Interlude: Mr. Prezident] Yo, Taylor, yo, I just got the word, Blacko just hit me, man Yo, they just hit the gate, yo, the wolves is going crazy Need to hit L.I., right now, baby Word, the wolves, they ready to eat somebody's food, man You gotta go tame them dudes, tell 'em we got more at stake, man This is big business, man, Shaolin's back!
[Mr. Prezident] Since I've been gone the game's changed A lot of snitching, no loyalty, man, these dudes got the game lame Trying to maintain, peep this line You get caught doing the crime, homey, do the time Whether, two or nine, yo, ya lips don't flap Cuz not even ya baby's mother could respect a rat Would you rat ba' bro'? Then expect them gats Expect them hitmen to come and lay ya flat Me, I get locked, I'm not saying jack Once you labelled a snitch, ya can't take it back I'm like Bleek, all I got is my ball and my word You hear this pain in my darts, right? All in my words All of y'all that ever snitched, all of y'all birds All of y'all dead ducks with ya brains on the curb You know the code of the streets, don't speak a thing Cuz real riot starters don't leak a thing
[Outro: Specman] Aiyo, Prezzy, man, you gotta make a decision right now People think we should pull out They got coppers and choppers, they're watching us, man, somebody's talking They snapping pictures, you gotta see the lenses on these cameras They like three blocks away, they think we don't see 'em though Our people's in the shadows, what you wan' do?