Released on November 9, 1999

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[Verse 1: AZ]

I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box

And them little grimy niggas that live in them spots

Venomous plots, real nine Eminem Glocks

Spin with the drop, hammer cocks, sent you a shot

Brooklyn motherfucker, we blend with the blocks

Live niggas, type to spend ten on a watch

Face lift it, hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit' it

Fuck shots, cop bottles, whole case wit' it

Street war, niggas don't beef no more

See the kill for real or don't eat no more

Sleep no more, hollow tips'll eat you raw

Straight through the right cheek of your jaw

Let's get it on with the guns drawn, ride or die

No, what's wrong, gettin' shitted on, my reply

Cut you up with some shit that'll tear your soul

Wrap up if you feel the cold, that's real


[Hook: Beanie Sigel]

Ayo, I spit from my block, man

Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in

Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in

You can hear 'em when they

Break when they boxed in, that's real

My spit from my street men

All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in

Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'

Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real


[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]

I break laws when I want to, jaws when I want to

Everybody, get them on the floor when I come through

Know the rules not to move when I come to jam you

Two hammers, one in my hand, one in the tan room

The General, I could care less if there's ten of you

I'm built for stress, do what few men can do

Send a few into you, injured you, you injured two

Mack 11, ya hit your Chevy, sent it off in his inertubes

Mack pop the pistol well, cop fish scales

Used to pop a pistol quick, cock that truesome shit

Gun still on the missile tip, hit that main tissue shit

Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue shit

I hit you niggas where it hurt at, where you little niggas

Do they dirt at, where they pump they work at

Recognize when the motha fuckin' truth in here

Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth this year (That's real)


[Hook: Beanie Sigel]

Ayo, I spit from my block, man

Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in

Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in

You can hear 'em when they

Break when they boxed in, that's real

My spit from my street men

All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in

Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'

Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real

[Verse 3: AZ, Beanie Sigel]

Ya little mind and the things that it conjure up

Even worse when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up

Could see it now, feet duck taped, arms in cuffs

Your conscience fucked, Pissy be on your bluff

I roll with niggas that'll clap you up

Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up

Stick a motherfucking sword in ya

Make everybody on the block see the broad in ya

Arming us, niggas need to bomb wit us

Dawn wit us, bust of they chronic wit us

Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella, nigga, arm your pups

Play the game before your palms get touched, nigga

I spiffin' niggas doin' a long time, all day

Could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line

Keep the guards paid so they got they own line

Hustle on the block, still make they own wine, that's real


[Hook: Beanie Sigel]

Ayo, I spit from my block, man

Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in

Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in

You can hear 'em when they

Break when they boxed in, that's real

My spit from my street men

All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in

Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'

Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real

Ayo, I spit from my block, man

Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in

Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in

You can hear 'em when they

Break when they boxed in, that's real

My spit from my street men

All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in

Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'

Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real

Ayo, I spit from my block, man

Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in

Stick a marriage through the gate when they locked in

You can hear 'em when they

Break when they boxed in, that's real

My spit from my street men

All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeeps in

Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'

Spot clean, feds dumb let 'em creep in, that's real