[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I'm come from a small town where organized crime is the rule

You kill niggas without permission, niggas gon' kill you

We bang the rags too, red and blue

This shit ain't out only there on the west side fool

Surrounded by section eight houses in the projects

A place where you make the wrong turn, you get robbed next

We all targets, standin' out on the street corner

That's why you see the lil' kids with the heat on 'em

Police pull out, hop out but they can't catch us

They never even get a chance to say "Drop your weapons"

Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high

Niggas know when it's war the whole hood ride

We on that Bishop in Juice shit

I put this fo'-five in yo' mouth like a toothpick, you bitch

The south ain't safe no mo' so get a gun

And pray to God you make it to see twenty-one

You gon' make me crawl through your backyard and cut off your light switch

Kick in your back door and take all that white shit

Niggas know what to do when I'm around

Go put your pack up and pick up your fo' pound

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

[Verse 2: Yung Joc]

It's just another day at the coffee shop

We sellin everything, down to the shoes and watch

And for the right price meet me in the parking lot

I got a sale on them old school Chevy drops

No knock cause we only serve the best

Oh yeah my coffee shop is cheaper than the rest~!

I'm takin orders, tell me who's next

Only cash, no credit, no checks

When your car stop, welcome to Starblocks

You wanna triple your knot? Invest in our stock

And now we doin numbers, just like the close-out

Make sure to shop with me, before it's sold out

Everybody on the block know my nickname

Grade A pimp game, you can call me Ben Frank

And all my money get counted when the shifts change

Then get 211 t-shirt wit'cho picture framed

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex

Over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice

Runners love to pump the bomb

Ain't no more fair ones, now niggas'll jump your moms

The god, minus the 12 disciples

I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles

If I don't like you, I'mma kill you not fight you

I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do

And everybody gon' follow me now

Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown

Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry

It fucks me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried

You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker

In my block still doin twenty-five a day

Know you work out, chest and your back all nice

But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what

Sinnin or not, I'm grinnin a lot, spendin a knot

Dirty denim and a cinnamon fox

Bitches'll follow, gangsters'll ride, gentlemen watch

Buy the bar, leave drunk, shoot up the block

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear