[Verse 1: O.C.]
Even if the Chosen One's frozen, inside ice
I still rise like the spirit of Christ, it's all right
I'mma let you niggas know I'm still nice
With this voice-box made of gold, larynx priceless
What the fuck y'all niggas thought?
I done seen niggas get sold and bought
For what my ancestors fought
Was taught to drop Jewelz (Word Life!)
You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shells
I will rock well for the rest of my days on this God-forsaken planet
Splittin' niggas wigs like I'm slammin' 'em on granite
Niggas can't manage
Whether, Jamaican, Haitian, Dominican, white or Spanish
Fuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit out
If it's comin' from the top, make sense of what you're talkin' about
[Verse 2: A.G.]
The E&J got me wetter than a nigga hit with a nine Beretta
Your rhymes is dope, but mines is better
Let us divide this cheddar
O.C. and us three, tighter than niggas that did time together
It's only right we shine together
I'mma rhyme forever, while you the worst
I see it now: I'll be an old cat with a fat verse
Unless these streets get me first, want a few mill
But y'all can never give me what I'm worth, we got the flavas
I'm whippin' honey shit, the cherry Blazer
My pen is real, you feel the blood touch the paper
When I'm through, I crush the paper
'Cause now I know it
And I'mma blow it like I knew it for years
Like my peers from childhood
Was a wild hood, did anythin' a broke black child could
Even robbin' and stealin', but that's not foul, that's the hood
Even money knew it
When he cracked a smile and passed the goods
[Hook: A.G.]
Ayo the theme, is to stay sick and have 'em fiend
The dream, is to make hits and stack cream
The scheme, get that cash for new trucks
That ass at the bar is for us to scoop up
The beam, infrared on you, beamed up
Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?!"
D.I.T.C., and G.D. teamed up
Bases loaded, the place exploded, we clean up
[Verse 3: D-Flow]
Ayo, I touch pistol, shine like crushed crystals
Fuck with us if you, insane in your membrane
Police cuffs I slip through, when I bust, trust I won't miss you
A Killer like Cam, I send your whole fam with you
Addicted to Dro, sippin' on Mo
I tell you if you ain't know, G.D. be rippin' the globe
Whippin' the Range Rove, dough will never change Flow
If you lyrical I'll cripple you, that's how the game go
Fuck out of here with your plain ho, and small chips
We all rich, only the players score more than six
Gorgeous chicks, quarter licks, blow a pound
Before we started, it was more than this, hold it down
Keep my head up, for ignorant niggas around me
Front on my fam, son, better dose is what you tell me
I keep it tight, you weak when you write
And get beat, you light player
It's the flavor I save for your neighbor
My niggas died for this money and I'mma try for this
Gotta cock the six, spit shots, shit, and drop hits
We be the Bronx's finest, honeys gotta rewind this
G.D. and D.I. shit, now change the topic
[Verse 4: Party Arty]
Yo fuck a Bentley, I push the Benzi, 500, like the Indy
Got too many Benjis to be stingy
Skin complexion of a penny, skip the Henny, hit the Remi
Spit the semi-automatic at anyone that static
It's Party Arty, hardy with premium
Trust me, for us three, I bust three, triple teamin' 'em
Show & A.G. and 'em, no doubt about it G.D. and 'em
'Bout it, 'bout it like Master P and 'em
It's the machete swinger, I got plans to fuck every singer
Already bring the ruck like Jerry Springer
Bless it, you a freshmen, I'm a senior
Felony charges, y'all niggas is misdemeanor
Like when I first shot the milli, or when I first copped the Phillie
Ace Buchanan, A.K.A. Poppa Willy
Flows, knock you silly, rock above you when it's chilly
Show love, when the hoes jock to grill me, feel me
The rasta in me make me wanna kick shit like it was Soccer, silly
I'm not the Willy to fuck with
Cocked the milli on some rough shit, you want it? It's yours
Get lost, 'cause y'all cats don't want to brawl, with the big dogs
[Hook: A.G.]
Theme, is to stay sick and have 'em fiend
Dream, is to make hits and stack cream
Scheme, get that cash for new trucks
Ass at the bar is for us to scoop up
Beam, infrared on you, beamed up
Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?!"
D.I.T.C., and G.D. teamed up
Bases loaded, the place exploded, we clean up
