Chorus:      As time goes by, an eye for an eye   We in this together son your beef is mines   So long as the sun shines to light up the sky   We in this together son your beef is mines      Chorus      Verse One: Prodigy      Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list   KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like this   Another war story from a thirsty young hustler   Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse   for the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range Rover   All jewelled like Liberace   You watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me   But I'll be on the low sippin Asti Spumante   Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep   Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep   Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah   but keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure   If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya   The world is ours and your team's inferior   You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area   Kidnap your children make the situation scarier   Life is a gamble, we scramble for money   I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny   I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy   Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely   Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze   Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze   through the butter soft leather upholestry   But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me      Verse Two: Havoc      Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences   Count up my blessings, add up my weapons   Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose   Sling do my thing organize fiend servants   Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal   So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real   cuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi   Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi   Try to infiltrate my fort get caught   dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts   Get your life lost never found again my friend   Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten   On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches   Your last restin place'll be a ditch kid   No one can stop me try your style's sloppy   Want to be me, you're just an imitation copy   My theme is all about making the green   Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably      Chorus      Verse Three: Nas      A drug dealer's dream   Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam   Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam   Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman   Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend   Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin   Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in   New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse   Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us   Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass   Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams   I got hoes that used to milk you   Niggaz who could've killed you   Is down with my ill crew of psychoes   Nas Escobar movin on your weak production   Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin      Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef      Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks   they swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's   playin corners glancin all up in your cornea   Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya   But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right   It's only right, feelin higher than an airplane right   Word yo, I want to get this money then blow   Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go   Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons   Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun   But still, write my will out to my seeds then build   Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill      Chorus 2X      Outro: Raekwon      Uhhh   Lay back   Word up, just bless em   with the bulletproof   Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation   for your nation   Yeah