[Rock]  Come on (BCC)  Come on (MFC)  Come on (BCC)  Come on (YEAH!)  Aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock  Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's  So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up  Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck  See me on the streets 'bra, I'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper  Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper  Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall  Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls  Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten  Plus the other nine cats, my Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card?)  Yeah my Rapper Card, it works in live sessions  Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera    [Buckshot]  Buckshot rock knots wit fists  Niggas stay high while I rock wit this  Mobb on y'all niggas like The Infamous  Too close wit the dillinger, two shots I don't miss  I'm wiggin out while I'm diggin out backs  Run from the gun claps, run three laps  Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack  Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs  Now this is what I act like when I smoke on black  Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts  >From the, street Bible or the street Quran  Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on  I'm a nappy little nigga, still goin strong  You can eat a dick while I eat a thong (CLUE!)  But still the bomb    [Tek]  It's the wave-king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-ons  Don't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on  My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick  While my crew from New Jerus stay vickin ya whips  Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin like this  Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six  Wit the AMG kit, Ericsson wit the chip  Y'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dick  I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines  One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times  So while I'm takin a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit  The amount we flip depends on what we get  It's like a Wall Street trick, dirty money move quick  My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit  On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one's bone  Look, ain't no tellin how many gats I've thrown    [Rock] (Steele)  Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)  Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)  Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)  Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat)    [Lidu Rock]  Yo the set I claim is the set that bang  To the muthafuckin end, I be doin my thing (YEAH!)  Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G stackin  First the Bloods and the Crips, now bitches is carjackin  Like my nigga Craig and em say, "Fuck that shit!"  Rockin shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that shit   Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you walk  I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk  For real son, now we got mad cops on the block  Cuz we hold it down for Doc and I keep my heat cocked  Lidu Rock, what the fuck I know y'all niggas mad at me  So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthafucker    [Ruck]  You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin cap  Fake nigga from the projects who ain't got a gat  Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam  When the gun click, your ass shit navy beans  Maybe these, niggas ain't ready for the Magnum  Force, the Holocaust, balls I just dragged them  Off lost in the sauce and of course I'm glad them  Monkey niggas don't fuck wit the Ruck cuz they fags, son  The last one, to step to Sean P caught a bad one  Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em  Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great  Still bummin money for stoges and a Drakes cake    [Steele]  Get it straight, y'all niggas fuckin wit some heavyweights  Boot Camp-ion champions on point like paper mates  Demonstrate, spectacular venacular  Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula  Snatchin ya, off the street like police  Next week, they find your body washin up on the beach  Don't speak if you ain't at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool)  Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong  See me in Brook-lyn where crooks be armed  Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites  Callin your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya place  We the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your face  Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates  Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet  My mind spray like a murderer's nine spray  The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day    [DJ Clue]  DJ Clue, The Professional  Part One, you know how we do it  Word up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco  My nigga B.I.G. word up  And we out, till next time  For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657  Aight then