[Intro: G-Roc] G-Roc be popping off, Izzy Workin be popping off (that's right) We know J-Specs be popping off (uh-huh), we thought Perm and Bird would pop off But apparantly they knockoffs, yo spin that shit... Yeah, y'all, fucking pop ya head like a pumpkin This is North Yard Riot Starters, buckle up
[Chorus 2X: Mr. Prezident (with Specman)] When shit get thick we (pop off) North Yard (pop off) Riot Starters (pop off) We grind hard, sun up to sun down Northside, Bodytown, S.K.s and four-pounds
[Izzy Workin] You got nothing and you bragging, no cameras and you acting Don't give 'em, we snatching, no planned trip but I stay packing Shadow Gov 'bout to cash in, only family on the stage when I'm rapping If it jumps off, we ain't get searched, my whole team clapping Rock a jersey here and there but I ain't caught up in fashion I scream on beats, call it harassment And I, scheme on dealers with duct tape and a ratchet Only smoke purple haze that comes in a casket My life is drastic, there's reasons to my madness Look into my mom's eyes, and see sadness Everyday, get dough, still feel like shit Laugh and joke with my friends, but sometimes I wanna slit my wrist
[Black] Move like I ain't grinding right While I ain't gotta whip out something on my wrist that'll blind ya sight I'm like, chill, look, I'm alright Got it locked, from the 'dro to the dough to the China white It's a wrap when I lift the ratchet Get clapped, by a center hole clip through ya Sixer jacket Damn, Black on that shit, better get this bastard 'Fore I have ya man, lift ya casket Dogs that don't rap no more, I could show you what the gats is for I put the beam on ya brain, pop, crack ya skull Know, Black don't wait for cash Run up on ya, long gun with the Jason mask
[Mr. Prezident] Can't, nothing fade me, it's Prezzy, baby Rock ice like igloos, my swagger's crazy Ask ya lady, yo, I'm sick like rabies That's why she'll give me brain and drink me babies It's off the rocker, Bodytown toaster popper Two 4, North Yard, thought ya note ya glock up Blow ya spot up, man, I'll blow ya block up If ya come, come correct or get ya dolja shot up Not for nothing, y'all better stop the fronting Cuz when shit pop off y'all ain't popping nothing Lock the function, I keep a fist full of ice Hear me on my hip, screaming \"Fuck the po-lice\"
[Specman] Money in lumps, I hop out the truck, I'm icy as fuck Shadow Government, what? Who you running with suck Got snobs in the club and pumps in the trunk Get or take a couple hundred wolves in the cut What's Up? Get silly, The Milli'll split ya head like a Phillie What really the deal? We all wage war in the field We all stick together like clumps of haze Specs blow shows and those up on stage You know, can't behave, too much time in the cage Since a very young age, I'm filled up with rage