[Intro, Bishop Malik]

Yo, Y'all niggas sitting in my throne! This the shit that I own, nigga!

Fuck y'all niggas, all this shit, I'm the king of all this shit!


[Bishop Malik]

Yo, lemme clear my throat, wipe it up and clear out all the soot and the smoke

Catch me after the show, I'll be sure to sign only your suicide notes

I can help, but can't help ineptitude, sit down and think what am I blessed to do

Left my halo at home, and I'm next to you, No angels here mine's destitute

Oh no, here the GAENG go, this is May Day and the working ain't done

I'm the badmon, mister bloodclot, boy ya thought wrong Better listen up 'fore the gunshot

Got no patience, doctor's paycheck, all I need in life is these green faces

All you faceless, back to the basics, talking that gang shit, G A E N G spell greatness

Damn, I be the man, I'm Peter Pan, I'll fly never age in a can

Never caged into stand in these words that I speak, not to say once again, but again

And again and again. Y'all been laden with sin, [?] I feel what is within

We've been likened to men, but we're something much more boy, let's not play pretend

So send your best man over, with a box of lucky charms and a skull and clover

Cuz I'm a cup of cold sprite, you a warm cola. We some Dolemite types, Saek already told ya


[Hook, GAENG]

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G


[Saek]

(No promises bitch)

(Yeah it's going to be like that isn't it?)

Calm down, you bench warming my throne

My throat stings but I don't think I came here to come home

Plottin' this bitch in the back of the room, talk all the shit y'all want, aye

Take another sip of that "Fuck Up" juice, I got a little too much thought, aye

I let em fry, these are motherfucking special times

I carry bones, of my enemies and friends alike

Quiet down, pass the joint inside my tyrant crown

The riot sounds, they spiral down my side of town

Lean out of the window, coming down off of malt and some endo

Break it down so it match with the mental, slow jams while I dance with the devil

Sharp ring in my ear, hope when karma catch up that she bring me a beer

The pinnacle of loathing and fear, fuck anybody who ain't my peer

Fuck anyone who don't hold a check, fuck anyone that don't represent

G to the A to the E to the N to the G to the motherfuckin' please respect

Our business, if you ain't with us, you'd better mind your distance

Ritual or celebration? I forget the fuckin' difference


[Hook, GAENG]

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G


[Kell]

Stay off of my motherfuckin' throne bitch, Will never pass you a bone bitch

Y'all childish, I've been grown. Don't fuck with all that loan shit

Gotta pack of the menthols, take it up to the mental central

All the way to the motherfuckin' bay, I'm a giant, but I ain't gentle

Take you to Zion and back, defiant, no I'm not taking the flack

Bitch who are you coming up to, I am the king of the stack. Motherfucker take a step back

Otherwise you'll be on a plaque, get up up off that ack

I've been da sippin' da yack, G A E N G, we the motherfuckers who brought it right back

Chop it up just like Bruce, i've been making moves B

But you know I ain't a newbie, that's why they call me the new Lee

Smokin' da pack a da blacks, still with the pack of the K-9s

They all be callin' us bums, chillin' up out at the Bay line

Fat boy they know me, facts boy you best check them

Your homies on my list though, in fact boy I'ma check them

Wreck them, intercept them, pull up with a knife, disect them

Show you the motherfuckin' flem, bitch I just necked them


[Hook, GAENG]

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G


[Zaeko]

Got one more Sprite™ in my hand, i'm poppin em

You copy we stoppin em, mama i shot at the lot of em

Wish i was sorry, playing Atari™, who do you go harder than

In this game, in this gang, go insane like the rest of em

You know that Zaeko the zaniest

Sane in the brain though you know i'm the haniest

What does that say when you talkin bout me

I can do crazy and land on my feet

Caught you in a corner, you drop on the floor

I pour chloroform in your lean

Do watta do, with my crew, it's a stew

Do whatta do, i got coppers in my view

Sorry not used to it, quiet to you, i'm quiet to you

But we runnin the news

Don't watch your back now, you payin your dues

We all payin our dues, no, you payin a dude

Straight from Hell, Kell, forSaeken, king of kings Malik and Zaeko

How the gang go, bang those drums and march your team to kingdom come


[Hook, GAENG]

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G

G A, E N, G