[Chorus: Fes Taylor] Aiyo, I don't knock ya hustle, get it how u get it then Yo, me and my boys dividin' up these dividends What I'm drivin' in, what I'm livin' in They say we guiltiest 'til we proven innocent I don't knock ya hustle, get it how u get it then Yo, me and my boys dividin' up these dividends What I'm drivin' in, what I'm livin' in They say we guiltiest 'til we proven innocent
[Pa Bazil] Imparticular, the flow perpendicular The homicide vehicular whenever I make hits a run On impulse, I tell you to get ya gun That's the only way you gon' ever get Big Pun For God's sake, who spit it harder on the tape? I'm the horror that awaits, all tomorrows are erased Yeah, he like that calm inside a case You could hear somethin' tickin', you shake it, it detonates Carefully crafted, all hail to the slasher Some tried to beat it but failed, and couldn't pass ya To all you rappers movin' calm, tight fashioned Y'all don't want a problem with Pa, ya scare tactics Man practice, share action Everybody wantin' to see what the man packin'
[L.I.S.] Explicit lyrics is what I'm givin' Take a seat behind the board to make sure you hear it Want a sample from the 4? Call ya boy to clear it They say it come from the soul but I spit it from the spirit
[Lon Dini] Savagely save circuits, plus certain I could burn you Brutally beats and bang 'em way down into Beijing Burners is pulled and pussies get popped on arrival Destroy the shit daily with flows so wicked that it scares me
[Fes Taylor] I'm back with my new rap, I tried out on Hip Hop Lovers I gotta chew threw a ziplock hunger I play the bunker like a true soldier, the new cobra Two Rovers, listed, we came from Boost Mobiles I used to shoot off SOHO, now we global Right through the toll booth, serve 'em like Soul Food Remember Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, the old crew? Now it's LIS, Fes, Pa, Dini and the whole crew Platinum jewels, even got 'em in gold too So the pigs stay eye-ballin' when they roll through
[Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, yo, nann nigga do it like Deck You gon' find it a hard time to get my hands off of ya neck Fuck the radio, the corner respect And I handle my delf, by my delf without callin' my set And if I gotta start callin' for back, y'all could call it a wrap A hundred guns and clips up from the Stat I ain't worried about catchin' a rap I'm a two-time felon, I ask \"Why?\" after the fact You know only dime Misses attract And my niggaz in black mosh with it, causin' triggers to clap And even if you don't listen to rap I still be on ya head like a fitted cap, spittin' that A tenth of the strength I pack, the inf. I pack Graveshiftin' in the trench, I'm strapped Two 4, that's my fam, that's fact, understand that, black We got the hood like \"Damn, that's crack!\"