[Intro]

Yeah

Peace to the god almighty, Inf

Staten Island

[Verse 1: Method Man]

I’m that OG, some of y’all know me

I used to cop greens from 4G, nickels, dimes and oz’s

I’m like Thor’s brother, so low key

I might swing a hammer, provoke me

Put a shooter where Ko - be

Tell ya like somebody done told me

Never trust nobody who owe me and any wife is a trophy

If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me

To put 'em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely

[Verse 2: Kash Verrazano]

I’m all about the Benjis but that bring jealousy and envy

Don’t trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly

I’ll be damned if I pass up

It’s for bricks when I mask up and run down on 'em to get my cash up

Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up

Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the nine tucked

Come and take a trip to the dark side

Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied

No guys saying they neutral but playing both sides

Homicide housing young cartel through these dope ties

Your boy ain’t playing a little

Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle

Kash!

[Verse 3: Carlton Fisk]

Fugitive on the run, felony warrants

The police, kicking doors, question all the informants

Carl, feeling like the war’s on and I’m running through Hell

Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on

Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you

Die or embrace the team, offers that you can’t refuse

Handz On Music, motherfucker, yeah say it with me

Now get your smart phone hater and take a picture with me

Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me

Ride ’til I win the war, cops put a clip in me

Carlo’s, got killers on the payroll, killers on the lay-low

Killers that will kill when I say so

[Verse 4: Hanz On]

There’s a war going on outside, nobodies safe from

I gotta get this money now, we gon’ take some

A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something

I’m gonna hit 'em with the pounds, that’ll break something

Y’all better run and get your boots time tight, black

Y’all fornicating with this money, get your life rap

Straight music, motherfucker, 'cause it’s like that

I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap

And I be fucking with the starks, he my ace boon

Don’t let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms

And, yo, them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons

I’m bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms

The situation's getting chunky, tension mad thick

Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag’ shit

Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab shit

My killers coming with them cannons, 'bout to blast shit

[Verse 5: Streetlife]

Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock

Apply pressure to your neck ’til your heart stops

Got ‘em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend

I’m an addict, I’m addicted to rap cream

New day is dawning but I’m stuck in my old ways

Gave you fair warning, I’m reloading, okay?

I ain’t got to say it’s on, pop up at your front door

Early morning, guns drawn, like ding dong

[Verse 6: Killa Sin]

(Let's go) Cash, I get it up, my niggas, I can’t get enough

Won’t stop rocking ’til I’m sitting up on Diddy bucks

A semi tuckin', witty fucker, picture getting city stuck

This city buck is sick of flipper, motherfuckin’ city bus

Big whip, coasting, throat stroking, slow motion

Slow groove, so smooth, old school, Billy Ocean

Caribbean Queen, mean body, Dereon jeans

Cherry bomb, the way she blow me, she like [?] dreams

Enough with the petty con schemes, I need Enron cream

Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean