[Memphis Bleek]   Yeah...yeah, nigga...   Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard?   It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA!      My break I'm fresh off it   I never change, I'm stuck in these ways   Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?)   But I'm-a do it for my enemies   They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be   Now what that sound like?   Plus they know what a clip get down like   Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels   Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel   I live this way it's real...dog...no joke   Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels   Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip   Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch   So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley   The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60   For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click   So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog   M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me   Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?   We all criminals but live like a diplomat   We get low, when the dough low, get it back      [Beanie Sigel]   Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand   How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam   Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man   We run the spot, drop ceilings fam...   Hit the wall drop ceiling fans   Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van...   Up with killers man   And line the trunk   Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump   The coach walk you through and he grind you up   What-chu want the dope or the weed?   How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?   How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?   Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast   And keep a wack that'll gag ya back   Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks   It's the Broad Street Bully bitch   I bully niggaz on the broadest streets   I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK!   Know my rules when the barrel get hot   When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear...   Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!)   Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!)   Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it   South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL   On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel...      [Cam'ron]   (Killa! Killa!)      Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks   I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks   Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes   Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8   I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000   That to 100,000, in front-a housin'   Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in   I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'   It's the top don, glock palm, dot com   Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman   And I'm extra scary   CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries   All for information...it ain't necessary   They in love like the 14th of February   Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off   It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th   Halloween or Memorial Day   At your memorial be one year from today   All y'all think it's peace and peachy   I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock...   Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies   Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me..."   Calm down ma, easy easy   Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy   Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me   He ain't no tease but measly   Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me...      [scratches]   You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... [Jay-Z]   Niggaz wanna despise the team... [Beanie Sigel]   ROC-A-FELLA   When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! [Jay-Z]   [scratches]   KILLA! [Cam'ron]   [scratches]   EASY!   Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! [Bleek]   Roc-a-roc-a [scratches]   Roc-a-roc-a [scratches] Roc-a-roc-a   ROC in this muh [scratches]   muh-muhfucka... [Jay-Z]