[Hook: Imogen Heap]

Do just what I tell you

Don't come in any closer

And no one will get hurt

Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two

[Hook: Shyne x4]

Dark shades, Eazy E

Gangland, East Side, real b's

[Verse 1: Shyne]

Rick Owens, Martin Margielas

You wack rappers is dead, call the pallbearer

This is our era, double R letters

On the front of that ghost, now who want it the most?

I'm smokin' Montecristos on 300 foot boats

Supreme and Pappy Mason taught me how to cook coke

My connect, he from Belize, he'll give you a good quote

We don't want no garbage, papi, we slittin' your full throat

I move that white girl, coke and Madonna

Make them fiends come back, blood I put that on my momma

Sometimes I can't sleep, nightmares

Thinkin' I'ma be the killer of my people but poverty is the evil

Poverty the reason that I go and slang that diesel

Leave you with no other choices, middle finger to the RICO

And corrupted politicians might as well go stick the needle

In the veins of a fiend, triple beam, nahmean?

With the blood clot, watch the blood talk

Shyne Po, son, miss me with that dumb talk

Ain't no cartoons, only sketches when the gun's drawn

Fred Hampton, Bunchy Carter when I let that pump off

Make the money pile, to the ceilin' please

Cowards fall back, and let the leader lead

[Hook: Shyne]

[Bridge: Shyne x4]

This is my religion, gang land, hallelujah

[Hook: Shyne x4]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

A real man can admit when he's wrong

Didn't see a vision, said it in a song

The Le Meurice, we had a meetin' of the dons

Mind state was when the TEC was in his palm

Now it's back to business, bygones be bygones

Another notch in this legacy we tie on

Cut from the same cloth, quick to let them thangs off

Leave your face numb like this kilo that I shave off

God! Imagine what I've made off

Woo! No paper trail like Madoff

Been concentratin' on my camp like Adolf

They wanna lock a nigga up and cut his braids off

Ha! I guess it comes with the territory

When every real nigga in the city's bettin' on me

Real bitches usin' sex as a weapon on me

I see the reason why these rap niggas threatened, homie

[Bridge: Shyne x4]

[Hook: Shyne x4]

[Verse 3: Shyne]

Fresh up out the prison, where the welcome at?

Shyne Po, Mandela, Young Nelson back

We just say that I sell some crack 'as genocide

But that's a lie, we know the [?] that

Autobiographical, I sell 'em rap

I just talk about my life, I went to Hell and back

You could say that I sell some facts

Through the statutory limitations, I'm careful what I tell in raps

Roll the window down, and let the semi fire

It's 1.5 on the skinny tire

See the big B all up on the backside

Yeah I'm the big B, flag on my right side

I ain't talkin' 'bout it, hold that Bugatti talk

Close your mouth, son, listen, John Gotti talk

I can tell you 'bout this revolution lifestyle

[?] and [?], they servin' triple lifetime

Gang rap mogul, used to be the shooter

I ran up out the club, red rag and a Ruger

Now I run New York like King Tut and Scooter

This is my religion, gang land, hallelujah

Moses Levi, bury my rivals

Make you creeps disappear like Durant in the Finals

Worship no idol, holy recital

Not guilty, your honor, right hand on the Bible