[Intro: Pusha T]

No, no, no

I told you, I lived this shit

I ain't up here just rappin' and tappin'

Spittin' and skittin' and shit

Nah, uh-uh, not me

I'm not you, I'm not you, rapper

I'm not you

Pusha

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

I keep that Ziploc bustin' at the stitches

Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious

To break the fiends fixes, one give you the sniffles

The other leave you with the itches

Transport airport with the Vaseline

So I can fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green

More cash then ya seen, with an Aston that's green

Me driving up fast with the lean

Zonin' family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys

Door panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit

Reckless-ass, God forbid they don't crash

From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab

Nah, bitch, we don't believe in air bags

Cars turn tricks like them Ringling Brothers skits

Whether bitch hop out, or the Glock pop out

Ya know what I'm about, blow clear ya sinus 'til the snot drop out

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn lie

Got 'em right here, and if I don't like you, the grams hide

Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it, they need it

Make 'em smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it

Probably think I won't murder you the way I smile

But I'ma take a lot of shots A.I. style

And Jada, the name is filthy, but so what?

The motherfuckin' game is filthy, you know what?

My mom and my pops really did a good job

But it was the Montega and the 'caine that built me

So I could never hate on another brother

God is great, the devil is a motherfucker

When you broke but they think you got money

Crackers start showin' you love, your own people act funny

I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate

Waves, cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate

[Verse 3: Roscoe P. Coldchain]

I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps

And turn quiet streets into hot sets

Nigga, that's funny, you say you a killer, how?

What is it, the return of the killer clowns?

Akhi, you put no fear in my heart

I make ya people say, "Wow, that didn't look like my man"

They flipped him upside down, the coroner did what he can

He got hit with ten rounds at point blank and point blank

Coldchain left that nigga stankin'

Nigga have static, to his face, I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it

I had my eyes on his mink and I didn't give 'em a chance to blink

When I jogged up on 'em, pressed the .40 up on him, shocked 'em

Made his head stand on end and like a baby, I rocked 'em

Your coffin's your cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you

That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends

Call Coldchain "Super Nigga," I got X-Ray vision, I see through men

And squeeze triggers with bullets that go through men

[Verse 4: Styles P]

Fuck with S.P., that's ya date with death

Got bullets that'll break ya chest

No sleep like I hate to rest

I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep

I hold it down any place I step

And I love getting slept on

'Cause I'm rawer than dope, fresh out of Africa that never been stepped on

Dawg, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong

Holiday, the Ghost the main reason why your set gone

Why I love riffing 'em poor? You wouldn't understand

'Cause my God is different than yours

If the world spin in a circle, I want to learn to move backwards

Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you

What you keep the toaster for? Creeping through the hood and

Shit ain't really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor

Higher than a plane and meaner than a bull

I want ya insides out, so I mean it when I pull

[Verse 5: Malice]

Rappers is talking to me as if (Come on)

We in the same boat I tell them quick, "No, I move coke" (Uh-uh)

And you and I don't share no common bond

So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms (No)

It shames me to no end

To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (Uh-huh)

But where there's demand, someone will supply

So I feed them their needs, at the same time, cry

Yes, it pains me to see them need this

All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus

Deepest regret and sympathy to the streets

I seen 'em pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (So sorry)

And with this in mind, I still didn't quit

And that's how I know that I ain't shit (I ain't shit)

My heart bleed, but that's aside from the fact

I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that