[Verse One] [Wordsworth]:

Now or never

[Punchline]:

We down together

We the future

[Wordsworth]:

Cause what we do now's forever

Came with a better song

[Punchline]:

And never sounded better

[Wordsworth]:

Dug deep underground

[Punchline]:

Now you found the treasure

[Stricklin]:

We 'bout to get a whole mound of cheddar and get our name hot

Get it poppin' and stop standin' in the same spot

The money worth it but the fame not

It only give you grief and get you in more beef than Game got

[Punchline]:

Claim spots

With this New York rap

Like Flava Of Love, we bringin' New York back

Watch the dough stack

Shit I rip MC's

Diss me and be an unsolved mystery

[Wordsworth]:

Back to back though consistently

Can't quit, I'mma spit till nobody can exist but me

At this point can't spit for free

My daughter need kicks and gifts for under the Christmas tree

Learn the history

It's the E

[Masta Ace]:

Don't forget MC

[Stricklin]:

And y'all dudes ain't really shit to me

Cause yo, I don't give a fuck about them guns that you not blastin'

And I don't really care about the checks that you not cashin'

Or the chicks, you know the ones that you not smashin'

I'll fuck around and punk all you cats and I'm not Ashton

I'm a brand new pair of Tims, I'm high fashion

I'm takin' everything that I want and I'm not askin'

[Masta Ace]:

I got passion, that's why I do what I does

Timberland beef and brocs while your crews into Lugz

And you can stop doin' them drugs

Fall back, be easy

East coast, NYC, Mid Weezy

[Punchline]:

Believe me, we steal the show, straight thieve it

Like Magic, you say you ill but I don't see it

Believe it

Drop more Juelz/jewels than Santana

Rob a bank with no mask and wave at the camera

[Wordsworth]:

Raisin' the standards, our phrases and grammar

[Punchline]:

PA to Atlanta

VA to Havana

[Wordsworth]:

They waitin' to ban us

Raisin' a hand up

[Punchline]:

Amazed and they amped up

They praise and they stand up

[Wordsworth]:

Like Nate when he slam dunks

[Punchline]:

Battle, put a grand up

Feel me though

I get dough your style trash

I fathered your style, you a son/Sun like Steve Nash

I get cash

Opposed, get slowed down so

[Masta Ace]:

Let's go

[Verse Two] [Sean Price]:

Get some of this

Yeah, Sean Price lyricist of the year with a spliff and a beer

When the piff in the air, the smoke alarm go off

I smoke more than Snoop, I'm such a fuckin' show off

Paul Orndorff, Mr. Wonderful rap shit

Tao Kwon Do flow off the wall, I back flip

Piss mattress gymnastic, Ruck is the hood type

Five on the black hand side like what it look like

Yo, Sean don't care about the ones you got

If I did then your head would have a sunroof top

I'm ready to do, whatever I do

Like break the head off your shoulder I'll Freddy your do

Take it back like wearing Pro Keds on the stoop

But upgraded like throw the infrared at your group

Niggas wanna see the veteran flop

I put out Monkey Barz now niggas say I'm better than Rock

[Masta Ace]:

Let's go, get some

Let's go, come on then