[Verse 1: Pete Nice]

Flip flip off the flow, what do you know, an ego

Not the three amigos, I'm peepin' 'em on the T-Vo

Pete Nice rippin' the mic, scramblin' up the egg whites

Scrubbin' a head, scrubbin' a head, I never had head lice

Flippin' the rhymes with Rich, collecting loot like a bookie

Lookin' at how you serve like an NBA rookie

A gladiator steps with bust and if he must

More force in his hand, turnin' stone to dust

Pullin' hook line and sinker like a fish you get

So stick a hook up my ass and pull some real shit

I'm like a juggernaut just goin' for your jugular

I'm like a two-bit hood just finished buggin' ya

I'm just takin' it to thе hilt like Wilt the Stilt

Tilt your wines and spilt your kilt, just watch your built

So Daddy Rich kick thе loop from the Bo man

A Gladiator gladiates upon his own plan

[Verse 2: MC Serch]

I take to the head, to the head I gots to take

Break like beats, the Serch now starts to partake

Bake like cake and candles, so go on and blow 'em out

Talkin' that yang about a gang that you don't know about

The bass men, the basement, the bass hoods

Taste good, but you don't need it silver treated

I start to waste hoods and hoodies

Goodies that you don't get 'til Halloween

Slidin' into Serch as he strips the scene

Steamin' so vex like the context got you sippin'

Talkin' that crap like your mouth does all the shittin'

So if you want it, come on and get all of this whoopin'

Put your TV on channel 3-B and just be tuned in

Served with a hit and blow straight from the Queens gladiator

Peace, I'm Audi 5000, I'll see ya later

[Verse 3: Pete Nice]

You deviate and gladiate, at times you bust shots straight

The Bass filled 808, for Pete's sake, don't imitate

The swingin' of a slugger, the chewin' of a cannibal

I smell the pussy like Hannibal

Lec Lec, I'm takin' the step the Gladiator got more

Kickin' it to a hook because you cocked the head, heave ho

Born not the lord, the 3rd, not a spectator

Step into the ring and get smoked by a gladiator

[Verse 4: MC Serch]

Straight from every city, from every hood they roll in chariots

No more horses, just Porsches and fat knots

Ain't nothin' but hoods, bad as bitches and gun play

You wanna see a Gladiator, come around my way

Fightin' with the same chains and the same knives

Playin' all the same games but takin' all the same lies

If you want some now or some for later

And take a head count for the Gladiator