[Verse 1: Scoob]
Check it, check it, check it, check it!
This here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin n***as can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm letting n***as know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
Once again, n***as know my style, God damn it
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, oh you better kneel
When you see me comin, Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big like the Biscuits in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming, I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
N***as can't hang, n***as can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin n***as can't hang
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
We gonna do it like this
Anytime you're ready, check it:
I got seven Mac 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shit never ends
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
That's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lambsbread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns,I make number runs
I give mc's the runs, drippin'
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at their Christenin'
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Yeah, where the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
I thank the lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my n***as in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us but my MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustas
No matter how you try, n***as never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block, hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna
And ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug life, motherfucker crime pays
Let the cops put their lights on: chase me n***a!
Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me n***a!
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw

[Verse 4: Shyheim]
Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island
(Ah Mister Cee, and you don't stop)
Yo, times is getting hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught trying to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the parking lot
In front of my building I hang with his grandchildren
And for the n***a that pulled the trigger then tried to slide
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
[Kane] This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this
[Shy] Staten Island in the motherfuckin house!
Wassup, Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?

[Verse 5: Big Daddy Kane]
Now what's the bullshit n***as been saying
Dont try to act like Martin now with that "I was just playin!"
No need to grieve for more, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catching wreck with me
Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one n***a that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to going against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nothing happenin
Non-resistible, non compatible
I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible
And let's just get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me n***a, that shit gon' sound good