[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
I'm one styles clash away from getting wild cash
They don't want none, nah, them n***as wild ass
Body after body, that's the pal stack
Come to your corny events, mile pass
Only the elite, n***a, watch my feet
[?] kicked the competition, this ain't the soccer league
These clowns turn the art to a mockery
Ass kissing, nah, that's not for me
All the shit [?]
So sweet [?] the club
The Ringside chronicles
Mr. Phonomanal
[?] obdominal stretch
[?]
No subs, directs
All the hustlers love my flex
R.F.C., gotta plug my set
And on this [?] rap shit you know we do it the best
They don't even stand a chance
It's the champ but run the camp
Everything valid, I get a stamps

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Texas Tornado with the yayo
[?] pop a shanko
And then she [?] in the kitchen
The codeine in the fego
Whip the dope with the D.D.T
Time to cut the coke like DDP
[?] birds
[?] in the fir
They saying West got that meat though
Shit fire like [?] steamboat
Man, I had the visions of [?]
The midnight peecoat
The lil top Vlone
Mr. T vs Hogan
The lemon squeeze on [?]
[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
[?] in the lobby with caine
When after further view, you was just talking, like Robby the Brain
Think your shit is sweet, only get you shot in the brain
Torture rack leave your body in pain
You know what's up, n***a
We got the elbos frying like [?]
Off the top roap, streets want me to drop gold
Bar for bar, homie, everything I [?] dope
Don't call my [?] if you ain't tryna cop coke
N***as wish they got the cake I see
Stack the brick tall as great Khali
I got the shooters out lurking with the 40
I told them to [?]
Running through the cut, mask on like Ray Misterio
Ballmain pockets full of dead green guys
Selling wet, fuck waiting 'til that whole thing dry
Used to stash dope money underneath my king sized
Now it's 10 chains at Wrestlemania Ringside