[Chorus: Razah]
People only wanna respect you when you're crazy
Slay, you's a wild child
And we rep them streets, can you hear me?
My people's gon' talk [?]

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I'd go to hell if my n***as was dead
Drinking liquor, blowing L's like I'm living in there
Matter fact, y'all food, I'm the dinnerware
And I can't go to heaven, I'll be sinning in there
Listen up, I keep two guns on my hips
Got a few hundred pounds, move them on my strip
N***as leave off the block, when I'm on my shit
Got my hands in my pants, and they ain't on my dick
Fuck a n***a, keep these guns on safety for what
From a place wherе faces get cut, n***as is taping you up
They gon' bring you to a placе in the cut
It's real dirty, then from 7:30, n***as start breaking you up
I wear a mask like it's a masquerade
'Cause I got beef with n***as like me that'll blast away
Listen dawg, I'm tryna last a day
So if I see tomorrow, I'm grabbing these hollows to [?]

[Verse 2: McGruff]
Yo
Kay Slay gave me a call
Said Gruff, I got a spot for you
No doubt, Slay, I'm about to make it hot for you
These ain't no thugs, they pussy
Stop fronting like you hard 'fore your mug get pushed
Blood gon' gush
Fuck up my cheese [?], stain my Pelle Pelle
That 40 Cal turn a 6 pack belly jelly
I hit a n***a how he supposed get hit
I woke up and hit him close
This big shit I tote fasho gon get him ghost
Fasho it's no [?]
Know what them bullets do
Know the outcome, you know ain't no pulling through
It's a rap [?]
Let me see you talk that same shit when the caps in you
Cocksucker
You punk motherfuckers bring the noise
The bigger the croud, bigger the funeral
Yeah, bring your boys
The shit I talk, believe I can back it
Ain't nothing sweet, got that heat underneath the jacket
Faggot
[Chorus: Razah]
People only wanna respect you when you're crazy
Slay, you's a wild child
And we rep them streets, can you hear me?
My people's gon' talk [?]

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Yo
Since they say life's a gamble, well fuck it, I got bank
I'm on the subway, tonguing my lawyer, I'm like Frank
You being a thug wrong, we was in the bullpen
Have you standing up on the toilet singing love songs
When you go to bust a n***a, always remember, never trust a n***a
And don't forget to put your gloves on
N***as better hold whatever they making
It's getting cold, and the weather is breaking
Sails is dropping, 10 PM, cells is locking
Drama hour on D-Block, the jail is rocking
Real life family, we ain't gang members
But we still bang n***as, and we keep them thangs with us
We both got the 7, but yours is the 45
Mine is the 60, the color of rice crispies
Yeah, so go ahead with your newborn rap
N***a, you puss like a newborn cat
Let's get it popping
[Verse 4: Sheek Louch]
Who could believe?
Sheek could have a label up his sleve
Y'all can't breathe
The boy Louch a headache, pass the aleve
I reinvented myself, I change with time
Threw a C.E.O. hat on, stepped up my rhyme
It's time for this n***a to shine
It's been the same pattern here for a minute
I'ma change the design
Nothing change, you can still walk with me
[?] fresh buck 50
The hammer still tucked in my dickie
Still fucking with these bitches
The weed is sticky
Still with the same n***as everyday
God is picky
And even though I ain't go plat yet
Sheek got the hood upside down like a Hot Wheels track set
I spit like I been here
Holla at me
You would think I was your father
Minus the grey chin hair
Rich? Nah, but I holla back when I get there
Bitch
[Verse 5: Black Rob]
Open your eyes, fam, this a new chapter
Who the fuck you think you kidding? Y'all know what I came after
Man, I'm not your average rapper, I'm a n***a holding fort
The homie that people gon' stand [?]
And battle more, 'cause the boys in blue
Boys in your crew, motherfuckers poison you
Not [?]
Before the crack, before New York took the first blast
I was in the one room joint, [?]
Off the webster, [?] coke [?] westchester
Me and [?] took out rhymes, left [?]
Then hit the streets up, [?] never left us
Kicking dust up, holla at Slay, n***a, what's up?
Old folks up in the hood, still trust us
Out in Wilson, you playing for real
[?] flip the manual [?] I can't wait for the tenth annual
You know the program, [?] just running with a [?]
Fake n***as scibble up as soon as the sun hit them
It's like dusk 'til dawn, real overdue
[?]
[?] side you on
I be speeding up first ave, pushing the black [?]
Happy, 'cause the stuff that I wanted, I now have
I'm past highrise apartments
Family up in this [?] crib that used to be Johnny Carson's
Man, one of them whiteys, Charlie Bronson
Don't lose me, I just know dude did a couple of movies
We in the pool surrounded by roses
It's girls that wash my feet like I was Moses
Through the years, [?] I'm still number one, I'm still undisputed
[?]
Y'all know me, B. R.O.B
Been around when Kay was stunting for Tink and Jay-Z
So I'm a seasoned vet, and I ain't leaving yet
My opponent don't think we've even met
Pray to jehova, it's over
I'm in New York undercover like Malik Yoba
Been through the lows, and I been through the highs
And family, pick on somebody your own size
[?] this about to be crazy, [?]
I'm tryna blaze the whole year, and pick up a moon man