Chorus 2X: Lil Dap   Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 mayday   Me and my niggas starvin and we thirsty for the payday   We can get together, do whatever you want   Thugged out, Brook-lan style, east New York      {Lil Dap}   About 40 years from now, the meteor hits the earth   Countin my birth, puttin in work   Um, before we start to disolve, the dirt and disappear from here   Countin my fears, hopin theres a heaven upstairs   The moon's so bright, let's count a million stars tonight   Something ain't right, we got to leave the port to the light   I'm claimin my mic, in case we have to rip it tonight   'cause some people some understand, some people don't   It's a damn when they try to steal your flow   Don't you know, Group Home represents the ghetto   Brooklyn's own, have these niggas waivin there chrome   We'll splash your dome and leave your ass all alone      Chorus 2X      {Kai-Bee}   Something ain't right, let's follow the light, but keep it tight   And show these cats how we keep it raw but right   Follow my lead, proceed burnin my weed, smokin my La   Walkin through the streets of C.I., wondering why   Good people gotta die, got the future in my eye   I'm just chillin to get by   Thinkin about life, focusing on the mil   'cause life is illin much more then a ice grill   Here goes the realness, listen, lay your position   Constantly heads spittin lyrically ammunition   Keepin your brains spinnin like rims on an Expedition   Follow me on this mission, and swallow my exposition   Ladies and gentlemen, here's something new for your ears   Open your dutches and crack your beers   Rap music is something I live for   Only for that we go to war, war, war      Chorus 3X      Outro   Call for backup, we need help   They eatin alot of food out here,    they eatin alot of food out here   Call for backup, we need help   Help, help!