[Intro: sample, Superb & Ghostface Killah]

"Tony Starks fights again for survival

And by just a thin thread of electric current

Wins another victory"

Uh, c'mon (Yeah)

C'mon y'all (Bounce wit us)

Hip-hop, what-what? (Celebrities, what?)

Street corner (For all my niggas)

Crack spot niggas

[Chorus: Chip Banks & Superb]

We made it (Chicken ass mothafuckas)

We made it (Envious bitches)

We made it (Yo, you know what y'all)

We made it

[Verse 1: Superb]

Make me wanna pop something, no champagne

Two-five on me, weed and cracks on me

Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me

Leave him there, never know, get him off me

I remember days when we just fucked bitches

Bought a lot of clothes and played the ave

Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes

And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash

I ain't trying to waste my career on y'all

Even scuffle with you, waste gear on y'all

But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out

You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out

I remember on the Island, Cay tone out

In the Mess Hall hall, about to zone out (Word)

Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out

We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out

[Verse 2: Chip Banks]

See, see, see

See me I roll with Ghost and

Cats that carry they toast, make the Post and

Front pagin', center-stagin'

When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game, man

We rocked our own diamond rings, see them bling-bling

Got big boy toys, push sixes

Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those

Jury stay froze, court cases get closed

Niggas hate Nino, 'cause how fast I rose up

Like George Jefferson and 'em, stepping on 'em

The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on him"

And the vest, what y'all expect? He a vet

Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail

When we dealing with Supreme Clientele (-Tele, -tele, -tele)

[Bridge: Superb]

From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island

We thugs like, life is the same challenge (Uh-huh)

Do the knowledge, recognize your talent

And if you live the streets, you better stay silent

From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island (C'mon)

We thugs like, life is the same challenge (Uh-huh)

Do the knowledge, recognize your talent (Yeah, yeah)

And if you live the streets, you better stay silent

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies

Mingle among stars, I come in cat, invades Mars

Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry

Fainted when the book mentioned me

Keep balling, new systems, high sciences

Drop, the Ghost listening, track sizzling

Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, Goines, king of the sin

Best sellers for niggas, stay together

Posted up trucks, leaning on the Benz Cinemax smile

Shot in thirty-five lens you program

Broke bottles of Dom, seven inch bangles, back breakers

I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength

Rap with a British accent, Gucci robes

Dennis Coles in the latest fashions blow backs in

Flip raps like forty-eight bundles

Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel

[Verse 4: Hell Razah]

Analyze this shit like De Niro

Words in your center ear hole, blocks of ice like Sub-Zero

We been right since day zero, shatter your soul like glass windows

Turn virgins to nymphos

Pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe

Wild out, throw your liquor bottles

At hood rats to the richest models

We conversate like Christ and the Twelve Apostles, and life without you

Held counsel with great men to murderers in the state pen

Being caged in the wages of sin before they read up they pop our tape in

You ain't gotta tuck you chain in

'Cause here we want the head of Satan, doo-rags and our pants hanging

[Chorus: Chip Banks & Ghostface Killah]

We made it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

We made it (That's right y'all)

We made it (Street corners)

We made it (Jail niggas)

We made it (Riker's Island)

We made it (Ge-Grey Haven)

We made it (Big Un, that's right y'all)

We made it (Word up)

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

All y'all, all y'all crumbs

We made it, nigga

Step the fuck off

True indeed, true indeed

Yeah, Ready Red

That's right, my nigga Born, that's right yo

Lil' Free in the feds

That's right, you'll be home, nigga

Yeah, we made it, yeah

C Allah, word up

That's fam, yeah

Check it out, Staten Island

True indeed, five boroughs

Check it, uh-huh