[Intro: Popa Wu (Terra Tory)]

Yeeahh, where my all motherfuckin niggas at y'all?

YouknowI'msayin?

They say U.K. can't do that shit, them niggas crazy..

Nigga please!

Yo! Yeah! U.K. motherfucka!

One time, U.K. motherfucka!

This is for real y'all

(Yeah, U.K. motherfuckas, that's safe for the God

43 Queens, ShaCronz, bring on the Gods

Yo, yo, yo.., Far Rock, nigga)

[Terra Tory]

You never know respect for a thug, I know what you on

Dead wrong, dick in they palm

Who be that nigga, who runnin forth? Know where y'all are

Got beat told, but 42-0, thuggin you learn

Hit with a slug, you never return, nigga

And if you a thug, then you gon' learn, nigga

Triggas get pulled, and I never get touched

Me and my Gods rush, playin ya cards, knowin ya pushed

[Free Murda]

You wanna sleep, sleep in a box

Squeezin them Glocks, swingin at ox

Blazin at cops, pushin them rocks

On a block bitches lips on the cock

Weed spots hot, cuz niggas snitchin on stop (Ya heard?)

Push a chrome Accura, with the sunroof on top

Like rain, niggas drop once the Taurus was cocked

Get back like rosaries, guns Toss 'em Up like Jodeci

No nigga ownin me, snitches don't get close to me

I keep the steel blue like Crips

Fags in jail runnin they lips, guess it's you the slugs rip

Sparks fly constantly, throwin dark Bacardi

In a party niggas pull the ax like Bill Cardi'

[ShaCronz]

Yo, what's the fuckin deal?

Crew do pedal pots, pump crills

Sha puff lye and chill, cop pies and build

Kill one with bolt, my squad toke

Never hesitate to blaze toast, regulate on A-trains

Take change, to murder hosts with a twelve men team

12th lean, sit back, relax, sip the cash and C.R.E.A.M

In the Ac' gettin my lungs dirty, mergin

Castles hate ain't like curtains, no birth, in the mall flirtin

[Interlude: Popa Wu (I-Born)]

Man, fuck that shit man (Billy Box)

Bunch of fuckheads runnin around like some silly ass niggas

Talkin 'bout we can't do this, and we can't do that

Man fuck that, this is Popa Wu shit

[I-Born]

Shit change when Billy the boxcutter, Buck 50 the spot runner

Gon' be a hot summer, stuntin the four runner

Tradin the gun, for the boxcutter, Billy

Sillies with a Mac milly, always know the dilly

And what nigga? Afro 70 strut, nigga

Beer bubble stuff and uncut, jungle sensai

Bootleg Remmy and stagger, stick switch, stuff the dagger

Next they drag her with a crumb in his asthma pump

Lumps with a safety off, mates screamin "Make me boss"

Toss accurate, kill with shit, have to kick

[Black Venom]

American thief, three-hundred, Miss Pelican Brief

Rebel in me, occupants, metal and fleets

Settle in streets, lock 'em in a Tianamen street

Recommend sleep, never witness skeleton beef

The elements leak, organisms close to the death

Holsters are kept, concealed steal, soke 'em and wet

Provokin the threat, plans stay open and set

Scopes on the head, caught cops, watch 'em, smoke 'em and step

Broken a sweat from dreams that I've seen while dozin

Meanwhile frozen and trapped in a penal closen

[Ty-Jigs]

Yo, what's the deal? Ty-Jigs corrupt the ill

Clutch my steel, U.K. bust at will

Lust for mills, front, get touched like brail

Four-hundred trucks, Land of the Lux, the ledge, custom grill

Code of the streets, roll deep holdin my heat

Creep most, freakin code on the phone with my peeps

Zonin on beats, known for the dough that I keep

Platinum watches now, used to rock gold on my teeth

Bonin a freak, red bones moanin in suites

Hoes in fatigue, alone poppin Moe' on the beach

Bitch!

[Interlude: Popa Wu]

Yea, now y'all check that shit out, motherfucka

Yea, one for your mind, motherfucka

Y'all thought we can't do this, what?

What? Do that motherfucka

Shit, ShaCronz in the house, I. Born

Prodigal Sunn, all my motherfuckin niggas in the house

That's dope and y'all said we can't rock this shit

Get upon it, motherfucker, nigga please!

[Pyzone]

The black chamber, 10th Chamber, black Pyzone

Bullets get thrown, double at your chrome k-toned

Fort Greene's the murder scene, where I rest my dome

TNT, chrome baby gotta flow it and roam

Rome leaves roll the streets, bare feet on the stone

Crunchin my grape, givin me strength, bitch and jaw bone

Death before the dishonor, partner your head'll get blown

Even if you're holdin, and ridin the stolen

My light'll be shown, semi-auto, Rover, it's on

U.K. till the day that I'm dead and gone

Told to fold on, Rose John gets the bone

Hold on, you get toned from your head to your cone

[Nesto]

Crab on my neck, iced out, heavyweight

Talk slick at a dice game, fuck your roll up

Side bettin now you vexed, team lookin upset

Drop my specs, reach for my tec, on purpose

I know you niggas nervous, I know you heard of us

U.K. murderers, rap assassinators

Let's get it on like Gladiator

Take it to the streets and punk out like the Terminator

Nesto, keep it hot like a radiator

Get your whole team stuck like a elevator

Extortion, always in with my Porsche and

Plottin plus schemin on spots in Boston, out of town, nigga

[Prodigal Sunn]

In these black streets we pack heat and stash sheets

My heart beat is like stone, steal and concrete

Mental athlete, I smack defeat and crack cheeks

Front and scream in peace, we leave your whole click deceased

I break break with Shinobi, Israel the golden shield

Shalik, Jah Jamique, I compensate with Iron Sheik

King Masada, that never ever win the God Father

The rollie author, visual rapper, the Pearl Harbor

Superficial lava, burnt the city of Gomorrah

Due my life of horror, I spoke the tongue of the lawyer

My holy aura generates the blood of the Tora

And if you out of order, you can't escape from my slaughter