[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & DJ Green Lantern]

The block gettin' money, everybody gettin' a piece of it

Twelve K a day, just imagine how we can get

Papi show us love, we get the numbers that the Ricans get

Twenty to a block, the more we cop the more we [?]

(Y'all niggas not fuckin' with this)

Who always hatin', who always claimin' he ain't eatin' shit

(You know that)

Sooner or later, you know that police'll hit

Information being told, the question is who leakin' it?

Nosy neighbors in their windows, always peepin' shit

(Mack)

We hustle out of crack spots with no heat in it

The only heat you get, is the one on your hip

(The Evil Genius)

In case stick up boys run in your shit

Or, cops run in your spot, pull out they Glocks

(State Prop)

Kick in the door, make everybody get on the floor and scream

[Interlude: DJ Green Lantern]

(Get—, get—, get down)

Get down

[Verse 2: Peedi Crakk & DJ Green Lantern]

[?], esta bien, I probably got to body him

[?] spots that I be poppin' in

(Peedi)

Bet he think I'm sweet 'cause I ain't put one in his head yet

He ain't know I'm eatin', I ain't tryna see the Feds yet

Know they on a nigga dick, see me in a red 'Vette

Twenty five, no job and always where the bread at

Know I got my mind right a nigga ain't, dead yet

Or could it be Allah's [?], 'cause I fear that

State Strizzy, fo' Prizzy, gotta wear that

Watchin' niggas close 'cause I don't know where they head at

Better be a nigga I don't even expect

It'll probably be some little mami I was fiendin' to sex

Hands all on her butt, 'bout to bust that nut

[?] weaklin' nigga run up screamin'

(Get— get—, get down)

[Verse 3: Oschino & DJ Green Lantern]

The block doin' numbers, everybody want a piece of it

760 BM, paid for, no leasin' it

Niggas want war, no problem, street sweepin' it

Operation shut down, nigga, [?] 'em

(Oschino)

[?] can't stop won't stop like Young Neef and 'em

Prada, Escada, Louis Vuitton, Gucci sneak'n 'em

Roc-a-Wear, S Dot's, State P fleecin' 'em

No we not hurtin' the game, we deceasin' 'em

(Haha)

[?] everybody know [?]

Watches on the wrist got chains like Amistad

(Shh)

Whole squad blue like it's one of Osama bombs

B5 robberies, one jack and two homicides

Cops creepin' up, tryna catch me on my blindside

Judge [?] screamin'

(Get—, get—, get—)

Get down

[Outro: Beanie Sigel]

B Mac is back

P-Public Enemy number fuckin' 1

Who shot ya, ya bitch ass nigga?

*DJ scratches*

[Interlude: Beanie Sigel]

Stop, chill

Relax, and let this nigga Sigel flow

It's been a long time, I shouldn't a left you

Without a rhyme about a .9 and what the TEC do

South Philly, North Philly

West Philly, m—, m—

Motherfuckers, kill at will