作曲 : Cordew, Horne, Isley, Isley ...
(Raekwon) Aiyyo. Staircase to stage now, major waves
Tanktop Nautica, flippin' your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time
Play the mall, starin' at your bird of all sunshine
Watch my shit shift, niggas in the back, wigs lift
You know the stats God, don't even ask pa, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat
My shit mad, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggas is with that
Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle
Bitch math is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link
You know the code 'Rique, suitcase money, stow heat
Rock Navi's though, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley
(Fredro Starr) Yo the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims spend obnoxious
You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss
(X-1) X-1 wild out, and make you watch this
'til your eyes turn red with blotches
Eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the quest'
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest
(Fredro Starr) I toss the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' soft and sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine
Expose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time
Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, laid out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your goin' in debt
I'm goin' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you catch a stroke
(X-1) Wu-Tang and Baldhedz
Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Milli-on, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on?
Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park
First things first man, you're - with the worst
First things first man, you're - with the worst
First things first man, you're - with the worst
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man!
(Suave) Steel master, grab half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, mash your staff, WHAT?!
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get murked, you front in the wrong circle punk!
Mack clever niggas dat regulate
Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacatin' your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you
Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in your ass
Tryin' to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap
(Killa Sin) Yo, we be the mainstream
Supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends
Number one love for thugs queens schemin' on cream
My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars
Killa Sin known for makin' niggas reach for the stars
The terrorist lyricist in the midst of the abyss
We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists
Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion
All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction
What kid?
First things first man, you're - with the worst
First things first man, you're - with the worst
First things first man, you're - with the worst
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man!
First things first man, you're - with the worst
First things first man, you're - with the worst
First things first man, you're - with the worst
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man!
Sticky - "Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat?"
Method - "It's John John"
Sticky - "Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back?"
Method - "I got your back cousin"
Sticky - "I got the mack-dozen"
Method - "And when them niggas start jumpin'
Bust back cousin"
Sticky - "Cause it's a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin' over music"
Method - "Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto
Singin songs for survival, duckin' homicidal, you rivals"
Sticky - "Yeah yeah, Onyx/Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang
Chitty-bang-bang"
Method - "Chitty-chitty-bang-bang
Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the range"
Sticky - "Aiyyo you rang on ferocious, atrocious
We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala-"
Method - "- dope shit!"
Sticky - "Eight ball in the corner pocket"
Method - "We snatch wallets off the white collared
The Big Apple forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'"
Sticky - "SO WHAT THE BUMBACLOT?!"
(Method Man) Pop shit, we do the knowledge
To shark niggas, once bitten
Major swingers heavy hittin'
Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens
Stop bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in
The meltin' pot's boilin' hot now in Hell's Kitchen
(Sticky Fingaz) Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz
One of the illest motherfuckers
BELIEVE DAT!! My moms don't raise no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of mine and you'll have NINE fingaz!
Method - "Enough said
Let's paint this whole fuckin' town red"
Sticky - "And RIP.. they whole crew to a shred!
I got cold blood"
Method - "I pull yo' plug"
Sticky - "I hold, bust"
Method - "Show no love"
Sticky - "I'm so bugged"
Method - "Shoot yo' home up"
Sticky - "And shoot up the whole club"
Method - "We throw slugs"
(Sticky Fingaz) You ain't no thug!
I earned every God damn penny that I got
Son I'm rollin' shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga W-W-W-WOULD
Try to fuckin' jack me, I'll MURDER YOU!!!
First things first man, you're - with the worst
First things first man, you're - with the worst
First things first man, you're - with the worst
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man!
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!

(Sticky Fingaz) Follow my footsteps
Used to ante up for a nickel sack, from Vange Hill to Moon
You touch me, I got to get you back
Roll in the stolen V's with he-ho chase you
Cop a six months time, and 3 years probation
Repeat offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
I'm the number one contender
I got a new game plan, strictly sportin' name brand
Layin' in the pound hunted
Floatin' through your town blunted
On some shit that give you burnt throats
Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated
Never been B-rated, my 5 plated, is how I dead fights
I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights
(All City) Keep Shinin', I'm daily thinkin' of a life gleamin'
That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin'
(Keep on Shinin') The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past crews
(Keep Shinin') True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin' closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
(Keep on Shinin') To all my true livin' dogs and my 'so-called'
(Fredro Starr) Don't talk about it, make it happ'
Don't fake it chap
The Hennessy act, got you light gat
You wanna block, trying to hold a nine
Son you livin' on my time, don't try to Overshine
Play your p, play your position
I stay with G, stay on a mission
Precisely, good, wit game I'm nicely
Shifftee son, still shiesty
You in your eight fifty, ridin' shotgun
If you can count your money, you ain't got none
And bitches beat they game tight
Baby, get the name right, see G. comin', like a train light
And niggas be don pretending
But I'm armed and bendin'
So they can get the John Lennon
Hundred dollar gator players
Silk shirts and champagne
Don't know a thing about the damn game
(All City) Keep Shinin', I'm daily thinkin' of a life gleamin'
That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin'
(Keep on Shinin') The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past crews
(Keep Shinin') True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin' closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
(Keep on Shinin') To all my true livin' dogs and my 'so-called'
(Sonsee) My artistic creation
Or decoration will set the nation
With infestation of lyric lacin', for all occasions
Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents
Makin' niggas past tense, it's consequence
All I see around me, makes up the place
But if you don't hold down your space
You quickly get erased
Don't waste a thought, thinkin' I ain't
Gon' be bringin' the goods and grands home
Till my body's dead and stinkin'
Watch as I back draft, on the last class, I trap, crash
Catch the hash flash, when I puff the black wrath
Learn the slicks of the trade, to be self made
Those who slept
Stay where they started and got played
(All City) Keep Shinin', I'm daily thinkin' of a life gleamin'
That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin'
(Keep on Shinin') The fact that cash rules, these last days
We the last crews, my present wars and my past crews
(Keep Shinin') True soldier, no matter the goal
We gettin' closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
(Keep on Shinin') To all my true livin' dogs and my 'so-called'