[Verse 1: Diabolic]

I step in the place with an empty stomach—I’m starving

I'll run in someone’s apartment with a gun as a marksman

When the Suffolk department runs up with a warrant

Fuck the judge—I’m departing with the governor’s pardon

Getting drunk with my squadron of prehistoric beasts

If I even claw your cheek, I’mma leave with all your teeth

Fuck your prerecorded speech—I believe that talk is cheap

When people caught your beef, you just flee and call police

While my composure’s kept closer than my foes could get

Last time I broke a sweat, your ho was soaking wet

You chose to pose a threat and hoped I overslept

Don’t hold your breath, homie. You’ll probably choke to death

You know the rep—now go check your method and see

The truth getting buried then resurrected as me

Diabolic. I’m the message setting you free

Like the Grand Dragon hanging by his neck from a tree

[Verse 2: Smoothe Da Hustler]

I hang with the illest, gangbang with the realest

I ain’t staying—the skill is. My aim is to kill us

I stay chasing them figures. I came banging them triggers

I’m in your cage to pillage, a bunch of angry gorillas

Check niggas, deaf niggas, secs to listen saying they feel us

Wanna hang with the fearless? Yeah, they can hang from the ceiling

My name stay in the business—I maintain an appearance

I can’t change in the mirror. Y’all can’t paint in the picture

I keep a shank in the jibbers. My naysayers are finished

I lane change in a minute. My lane can’t be driven in

I break day for the digits. I traded ‘caine with dealers

I traded trey eights for pay, traded greys with killers

I say, "Stay with your vision." My slang made an incision

Some say I changed but the deal is I just changed where I’m living

So when I say it, I did it. You fake it; I live it. You play it; I spit it

You stay and I visit the lady to get it

Now let’s hit it

[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]

I just do it, niggas, like vandalism

About to catch an aneurysm from my hammer’s rhythm

Nigga, damn. Who is him? Rocks his copped—a brand new prism

No money, bitch, but I grant you jism

Street smarts, buck sparks if I see marks on the grams you give him

Real nigga, bitch. Will glance you with him

Long story to short, I’m like, "Fuck if I die poor in New York"

When OG with OZs with 40 to snort

From things, I lust, blinged up like King Tut and bang all the sluts

Blow no chips, pay off hookers and strangle the bucks

Niggas spaz—.44 Mag to mangle his guts

Only going to jail chained-up ankle and up

Face mask on like Hannibal Lecter. My part of Queens the animal sector

You can’t handle the pressure. Keep standing there, hand on ya pecker

End up a tagged foot in forensic van, bein' inspected, nigga

[Verse 4: Graph]

I got the spot on me

I run with a strong army, a gun and a cross on me

So if death was coming, may God warn me

I keep cess coming—I’m puffing like Bob Marley

I get your head busted—bloody y’all laundry

My money’s all bloody, y'all. Put money on in front of y’all

Skull if y’all saw me—get to running up off me

I work hard—I ain’t comfy under some palm tree

But I’m Hummer stunting, jumping out of somethin' costly

Fuck the law, please. They ain’t plucking the gun up off me

The handle’s hot—I feel like I’m tucking a cup of coffee

Pack mad heater—feel like I’m rubbing the sun across me

A black hand piece that I’m cupping is something frosty

I got bitches on my nuts. Some are horny

Exhibit A: I can’t get your mother off me

I’m diabolic, I’m dying watching some busting off

These fire rockets the size of the projects

Bang bang