[Intro: Ghostface Killah]   Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot   They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit   Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together   On some Siamese shit... yo      [Ghostface Killah]   Yo, classic murders, slick gun material   Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial   Hammers that hardly work, go to work   Like a slave on a hot day, with no water   Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up   Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up   Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat   From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes   It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone   Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown   Your momma missing, your boys are crying   Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying   Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free   If you master fronting, classic cutting   You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something   Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes   Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?      [Trife Da God]   Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck   Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck   The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily   The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy   The found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing   Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going   Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken   Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking   He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease   Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads   Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant   Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished   DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties   Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet   The last call on his mobile phone was back to home   Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome      [Cappadonna]   This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things   We stick niggaz up and we take they rings   Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable   Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you   Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle   Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute   Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man   Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize   Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws   Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four   The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores      [Killa Sin]   Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with   Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds   I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running   I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup   Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes   Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses   Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggaz   A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by   My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride   I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized   Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide   Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside   Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy   Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy   I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base   Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face   This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place   Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige   Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it   I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate