Released on May 14, 1996

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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

God body represent this shit without a shotty

That's my word, you know what I'm sayin'?

Verbal intercourse, you know I'm sayin'?


[Chorus: Cappadonna]

Hot rock slang, reversible talk

Sound check, architect, mega talks, yo

Alphabet kings politic quick

We on some real live thug shit


[Sample: Ghostface Killah]

Iron Man be sippin' rum, out of Stanley Cups


[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Beatdowns galore, cats walk away holding they jaws

Wishin they had yours, tours posters plus sneaker stores

Balls be gettin licked kid on whatever airline

Restroom style courtesy from stewardess, the bitch washed mine

Shellbox nines never been popped, Knowledge Build shots

Israelis be hittin me, Ting's death made the store hot

Jewels gleam, niggas beam, whole team labelled wally king

Goldie bought a pair, Chinese man dot him with the green

World's greatest, Las Vegas payed us, rap crusaders

Casino champs, Gods sport the latest

Today's math, fuck nothing but ass, take Cristal baths

Go half on this robbery, we run up on Johnny Cash

Kid's invicible, back to back screws, Wu's suspenseful

You get lynched, Starks will play it cool like a mint

Like a night out, whitey's callin me like a double date

Alkies get the shanks, yo it's swine inside Hostess cakes

Yo my man, check the moral or get deaded

You bust a shot and that big bullet was unleaded

Word up, yeah, bounty killer


[Sample: Nas]

I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose


[Verse 2: Lord Tariq]

Yo I'm elected by a landslide, well known, heaven sent element

That shit you talk's irrelevant, got power like the president

My dialogue's benevolent, no question I'm connected got a

Gift for stick-up and late night coke pick ups

Money talk gets my dick up, especially drug related

Money boss contemplated, Bronx blocks complicated

New York by us so don't try us

Mad corrupted minds for mad corrupted times

Thank God I had rhymes

I be the rapper who be hustlin', black entrepreneur

Opening doors for the poor though it's against the law

Livin' the climate for a killin', smack the law and fuck your order

Some others watch your daughters, it's a slaughter

In the world of scramblers and gamblers, dicks and dykes

Long cars and caviar, you know the project stars

I give a penny for your thoughts, pay a Nickle for tush

So stop beatin' round the bush and give it to me

The way you look is goin through me

Sue me, takin everything I got and plottin' animosity for my property

Got me and locked me away from the world

I'm wonderin' who's puttin' use to my money and my girl


[Chrous: Cappadonna]

Hot rock slang, reversable talk

Sound check, architect, mega talks, yo

Alphabet kings politic quick

We on some real live thug shit

Hot rock slang, reversable talk

Sound check, architect, mega talks, yo

Alphabet kings politic quick

We on some real live thug shit


[Verse 3: Killa Sin]

Check it, yo, thoughts collaborate with gun talk, shatter weak force

My strategy stalks where casualities walk

They tragically caught a cavity in they anatomy

Assault and battery for havin me

Believin that they bad, in actuality they're cowardly butter soft

Niggas runnin off with the gun and talk

Loose lips, slip the fucker two clips to shut him off (Blaow)

So sweet dreams to your weak team, my heat feeds ya ass to rest

See who pass the test of guns that blast the best

Ya nah win against da Killa Sin, you're similar to Gilligan

With villainous acts not worth the mentionin

Like snatchin' pocketbooks and claimin' bodies that you didn't catch

Aimin empty Glocks at niggas' necks without intent to wet

You just a wannabe, gonna be dead nigga

In front of me with no abundancy amongst your currency

Flat broke, sellin lady powder maybe even flour

Last thing I heard a fiend had flipped you at your baby shower


[Verse 4: Larry-O]

Yo I remember gettin' ganked, staggerin' on the plank

Dwellin' on the edge, full fledged, grabbin' for bank

Auto pounds touchin' clowns, DT's clock rounds

For slick was in the SL, forty shells hit the ground

Fifty five on the Belt, fifty grand in my belt

Then I swerve to New Jers', that's where Iceberg melt

It was a ruthless type of homicide, this is the drama side

Porcelin' nine milli slugs tear up your insides

Venomous vocabulary, mad niggas heard it

Got anointed like the Juice, two minutes before the verdict

Who make a claim, who movin' caine on trains

Slick lines is open, out of state kids give me the lane

Def flip the track, cut the rhyme like quanines

Stampin undertaker, the slums is mine nigga


[Chrous: Cappadonna]

Hot rock slang, reversable talk

Sound check, architect, mega talks, yo

Alphabet kings politic quick

We on some real live thug shit

Hot rock slang, reversable talk

Sound check, architect, mega talks, yo

Alphabet kings politic quick

We on some real live thug shit


[Sample: Nas]

I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose


[Outro: Larry-O]

Real Live up in this piece, the remix

Word up, Wu-Gambino representin'

Tony Starks, yeah, yeah

Cappadon' doin' his thing

Killa Sin, hit 'em, hit 'em kid

Yeah, Lord Tariq, you nice duke

Uh, K-Def, know I mean? Keep bustin' 'em dunn