[Intro]

Yeah (Statik Selektah)

It's all facts

'Ology

[Verse 1]

You ever hear them paddy wagon tires pullin' up

'Cause you got them cocaine baggies fillin' up?

Now they bangin' on your door and you gotta flush

At any moment you captured, man, what a rush

Forty-four with the broken pin, never been as broke as him

The roaches on ya toaster have you close to sin

So them fiends, had to rope 'em in

I promised my mama she'd never be broke again

Slap the ho, slap the hater, what's the difference?

They press charges, it's one year in imprisonment

I'm on some different shit (Facts)

Hit your bitch, hit the strip, get the grip, split ya shit

The alcohol make my nerves calm

Head up, eyes open, baby boy, yeah, word is bond

Rest in peace to Guru and to HeadQCourterz

Swear to God, I shoulda been a member of the slaughter

[Chorus]

I'm Gang Starr, I'm Mobb Deep, I'm Wu-Tang

I'm M.O.P., I'm Dipset, the Byrd Gang

I'm De La, I'm Tribe Called, I'm BDP

I'm Griselda, GOOD Music, TDE (Uh)

[Verse 2]

I got a scary team, whole clique carry beams

I'm talkin' big cannons like Mary Jean

Got one of the biggest hammers that you ever seen

Them crime scenes, I shut 'em down like Filene's

A lot of speed like Adonis Creed

You don't want your family rockin' you on a tee

Still eatin' poke where the hoes stay

Dom P with the OJ, I'm O'Shay

I wrote thirty-nine albums and produced two

So pardon me if I'm lookin' at you like, "Who's you?"

No, I never sold a lot like U2

But this gun'll make 'em strip and you, too

Who's who? These rappers, they all sound alike

Every city, every hood, yeah, I'm down to fight

Tellin' stories, but leavin' out all the key pieces

You boys actin' like clowns, Joaquin Phoenix

[Chorus]

I'm Gang Starr, I'm Mobb Deep, I'm Wu-Tang

I'm M.O.P., I'm Dipset, the Byrd Gang

I'm De La, I'm Tribe Called, I'm BDP

I'm Griselda, GOOD Music, TDE

[Verse 3]

I dissected the greatest rappers and made 'em ashes

Burn them fools like a baby mama do her taxes

It's straight madness how I mentally abuse

I'm Ike Turner, you rappers Tina, I'll whip you fools

Get on your knees, praise the rap god

I'll rock your bitch's bells like James Todd

You lame frauds always gonna remain lost

While me and my killas enjoyin' them days off

Many scars on my face 'cause I been to war

A way different reason you boys in it for

I'm here for the glory, they gon' tell my story

With the greatest, you in a separate category

You ever been in a trap house with the black windows

And ounces in the fridge? Yeah, we hid those

Nah, I didn't think so, I'm a special guy

The one percent in this rap game that never lied

[Chorus]

I'm Gang Starr, I'm Mobb Deep, I'm Wu-Tang

I'm M.O.P., I'm Dipset, the Byrd Gang

I'm De La, I'm Tribe Called, I'm BDP

I'm Griselda, GOOD Music, TDE

I'm Gang Starr, I'm Mobb Deep, I'm Wu-Tang

I'm M.O.P., I'm Dipset, the Byrd Gang

I'm De La, I'm Tribe Called, I'm BDP

I'm Griselda, GOOD Music, TDE