[Intro: Cuban Link, Big Pun]

Ask anybody if my men are rowdy

My cartel (Yeah, yeah)

My cartel (For the streets, for the streets)

My cartel (Yeah, yo)

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]

Yeah, yo, yo, let the games begin

Got adrenaline rushing through my veins again

Running my skin got me all fired up and determined to win

It's a personal thing on the mic, I'm murdering men

It's worse than the rain, it all depends who's more thirsty within

I'll be the first one to swing, wrecking helmets

Snapping your pelvis, if you're sweet as Elvis

Then it help us, bitch, you gеt that ass dealt with

I'm telling her how it is, droppin' it with thе politics

Don't make me cock the fifth in public

Clip me with this esophagus, shit

I'm about to flip, it's either now or never

I'd rather die now and live forever

Terror Squad, I'm with whatever

The more pressure the better, head up, I'm going head up

Bringing the terror, it won't go down, we go down together

[Verse 2: Billy Klubz, Cuban Link]

When I hit it, I hit from every angle

And when I spit, I spit the blade and bang you

And break you down like Candi Naval

I break your facial, have the surgeons working for hours

I bless you like in the churches when candles burning the flowers

I'm thirsty for power, got my dollars flirting with powder

Now I'm workin' with scholars plotters

In the worst of the violence (Who's dirty like ours?)

Little vils, I pledge allegiance (Who's worthy of ours?)

Little vils, trying to catch the meaning

Yo, it's Billy Klubz, the club hopper, the thug popper

That be smoking my guns like blunts, son, I need a lung doctor

Fuck the prognosis, focus on the large toaster

With the MAC-10, I give commandments like the Black Moses

[Verse 3: Raze]

Peep my origin, deep like the court within

The earth set up to fill up what was prophesied, wack rappers ostrich-sized

Spanish from the game when the famish came

The east spittin' verses, never weak emcees

The shame to speak, rays remain unique

While them other niggas bite, grip the trigger tight

Like [?] grips the flow, the shark blade graphic like an arcade

Toast without the bar-cade, making angels with the heart spray

Soon as you phony as you sound for the ones who sound phony

The homies that spray Cuban, we screwing the sliencers

Blaze whoever's moving than we skate like the islanders

L.E.S. and T.S., if you want it then come see us

[Verse 4: Korleon]

I go out with an army of men to slaughter your kin

'Cause there can be four of us and you could have ten

Real niggas'll split you open with a MAC and some gin

'Cause I'll rat and split you open with a pad and a pen

'Cause I'm the realest chubby nigga in the back of a Benz

Now I'll never hesitate to leave your ass in the den

Jimmy's Cafe, see me at the bar getting bent

Two niggas behind me with the goose and the trench

Better watch your back, niggas that'll leave the club drenched

Had the whole place running when the hammers extend

Like I said before, I'm starting on warming up the bitch

Got them sissy niggas on the mic, calling it quits

[Verse 5: Buck 50]

Yo, we the murder niggas that you heard of

Niggas laced up through felonies

Hard rock out you Hennessy, so what you telling me?

It better be 'bout me getting some money steadily

Or you best believe, you'll get a taste of a pedigree

You see, I gots to eat, there ain't no stopping me

That's the way it gots to be so logically, I want your property

And don't you copy me, you punk bitch

There's no one like the Buck Fifth, trust this

I squeeze the mustard and the clutches to spark the dutches

When I commence the hit and if I get caught

I'm like OJ, the gloves don't fit, my thugs gon' quit

My slugs gon' hit, my drugs gon' flip

Your Dutch gon' dip, my niggas tell me who gon' run?

[Verse 6: Reif-Hustle]

Ain't no remorse in these days in time in this new millennia

I got a New York City frame of mind, two billion ways of crime You playing with mine, I put two double-plated nickels

To your mental, watch you change your mind

I'm in the righteous to this house of horrors

Where in the Bronx, we give out all orders

And slash your body parts in four quarters

Hustlin' four corners but shit is major, I kill for the paper

We aim for the head and liver, it's the way that we live

Don't escape from the pigs, you'll end up stating the pris'

Mic on the ignition it is, it's just simple as this

The life I choose, don't be sniping you

When your wife eats two dinners on Nike shoes

[Verse 7: Don Dinero]

You know I'm with it, Don Dinero stay committed to my felonies

Y'all ain't ready for me, puffin' on trees, sippin' Hennessy

A public enemy, niggas who never get the best of me

A fool blood of Cuban, motherfucker, check the pedigree

Last thing you need is this crazy criminal after you

Making you feel in heated, the burners while I'm blasting you

Watching you beg for life, a price won't make it classical

Fucking your pretty wife in the ass while I'm laughing at you

That's what I do, I'm internationally known for packing a chrome

Two shots in the back of your dome, I'm bad to the bone

Ain't no time to reach for the phone

I be creepin' alone, never sleep, the streets my home

[Vocal Samples: Cuban Link]

I roll with more dogs than St. Lazarus

Always straight thugs

Where my niggas at? Uptown, uptown

New York, New York

My cartel

Blast any men if they acting rowdy

You know my team's the best

We thugs, we don't pray

B.X. baby, straight out the B.X., baby

We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates

[Outro: Cuban Link]

My cartel, my cartel

My cartel, cartel

My cartel, my cartel

My cartel, cartel