[Intro: Ace Rothstein (Robert De Niro)]

You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

It’s Ill Bill the abominable, I’m sicker than vomit in food

Osama Bin Laden of goons, you're my line of abuse

You don’t overstand me, homie, you not in my shoes

You not built for these weapons I use

The most focused, La Coka Nostra overthrow culture

Murder monarchs, overdosage of my murder mosh parts

Hard like hitting cars with bazookas

Been the future, crucial maneuvers confusing to the usual consumers

Who you fooling? The people are restless

You’re like a Judas Priest molester being castrated screaming for vengeance

At the cathedral bleeding appendages rendered offensive

Medical attention denied, you bled and you died

Nowadays kids pose on the front page of the newspaper

Holding automatic assault rifles

We’ll send you to God, we’re all lifers

Contradictory at times we all devils and we all righteous

[Hook: Everlast x 2]

Hey young world, streets are cold

They’re washed in blood, not paved in gold

Once they get a grip can’t break your hold

A walk with the devil can’t save your soul

[Verse 2: Tha Rockness Monstah]

You’ll be everywhere like air

Every year you should see me

Industry in the streets, anywhere but your TV

This little attempted murder case couldn’t keep me

I still be overseas like black graffiti

But a diss after death, don’t get it twisted

With red cause I look so good in it, go get your biscuit, bitches

If you don’t like it or love it, ain’t gotta like it, I love it

We can fight, I like punching you niggas’ lights out in public

The sight of a lot of your blood’s like a stop sign

And when I’m done I’m like, “Ugh, fucked up my Nike Ones.”

It’s Mr. Monster, Mad Rocko, pop toast

Pop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time, homes

Worldwide boot camping your champion

Mac 4s branch in charge of them cannons

Exactly street hands that are blamming and training the animals with the flammables

While y’all niggas all romantical bitches

[Hook x 2]

[Verse 3: Slaine]

In the cauldron of chaos and violence I’m conditioned with this vicious habit

Broken dishes, liquor bottles in my kitchen cabinet

Empty baggies, pill residue, prescription plastic

You’re witnessing the withdrawal of a twitching addict

These streets is like a twisted labyrinth

I’m dripping liquid in the glass, pour it from the bottom of a fifth of Havoc

In the midst of madness I switched it and spat it

Crinkle paper dripping and lyrics scrawled cryptic and scattered

Alright, I’m alright, I'm just a savage, hustling and switching rackets

So I can stay a step ahead of all you snitching maggots

Of course I’m shooting to live rich and lavish

But your outfit ain’t about shit, we’re cut from a different fabric

The sin is addict, it’s cinematic, I been erratic

Since I heard the corner call and went and had a glimpse

I hopped the fence and hit the ground running when I fell

Now I dwell in purgatory just a block away from Hell

[Hook x 2]

[Verse 4: Sean Price]

I keep fighting war, I keep writing raw

Classic shit updated, Street Fighter 4

You's a sucker for love that keep wife and whores

Drive an Acura Integra, so ‘94

I’m so shiny boy you can look at the watch

Don’t look too long duke, you might get shot

Gun blast, bullets rubbing your bones

Shoot a guy in a suit and tie, nigga, I am Brother Mouzone

Ain’t nobody fucking with mine

David Paterson can’t see so you know we rob the government blind

Stuck in the grind, niggas still hustling dimes

Hustling dubs, dude that get you stuck for your shine

Rugged is prime, you are a thing of the past

Leader of the new school, I did my thing in the class, P