[S.A.S. - Mega]   May been shifty, siz a little pickney   Will he be that boy, dem on the strip, try and stick me   He from Harlem, down to brixton you know   We cop whips with kicks and pinstrip uno   Who wanna test? Mr. Don Dada   Who rough harder, so go fuck ya ma-ma   See? Blow the track out, Jim's in the house now   Man done shook out, gull the skin out ya   What you checker? You running your lip?   You get smoked like I'm bunning a spliff, you   sonofabitch   This is blitz town, and a sound boy will come one way   Spit rounds, on your town, then you run semi   Bluck papa, the doggin' top shotta   In love with fame and the stardom   Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties   Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see?      [Chorus 2x: Jim Jones (S.A.S.)]   You with me, then clap clap   Keep moving yor back back   You doing it like that that   Stay and two in the track   We flipping them baggies   My niggaz is aggie   From Brixton to Hagney   East Finchley Apache      [S.A.S. - Mayhem]   Spit in, juan, when you see that link is on   Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone   Aiyo, I run for it, your done off, my gun blow   Buck your aim, if you effin' around like Sonny Dames of   Sneezies man, believe me man   I'm off the, heezy and, got the greasy plan   Your crew sweet like a ishi man   That's why the youths on your street call you Chichi, man   I get respect in the streets, smoking cess in the jeep   Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks   Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat   Cuz I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet   I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm jake   The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid   Yo, I'm good to go, and it's evident fam   I leave the nigga Pon De River like Elephant Man      [Chorus 2x]      [Jim Jones]   Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in ganka   I'm rollin' that stank stuff, the chrome on my tank truck   What? Enter in the slave roots   Fly til I die, like izzo in suede boots   Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck   Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets   I'm a New Yorker for life, new porsche in white   Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right   I'mma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars   Outlaw all my life, police on my car   Cuz I don't pause for the light, I don't show no respect   Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect      [Chorus 2x]