[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

I'm a D-Block general; I be bringin' paper in

Caught a bad deal in the beginnin', now I'm rapin' them

Pulled the Chevy out for the Summer on twenty-eights again

What is he, drinkin'? What is he smokin'? How he makin' them?

How has he been nice for so long? Why they hatin' him?

Got him doin' time in the box; isolatin' him

Got money, and he love pressure; they ain't breakin' him

Tight shirts, tight pants; all these homo-sapiens

All these niggas is trash, and they overratin' them

Put 'em in the booth with me; I'm annihilatin' them

Whoever you think is pumped up, I'm inflatin' him

Jail niggas, niggas in the hood; I relate to them

Blood money, and drug money; I was cakin' them

There when they broke the pies down, and was bakin' them

My enemies, I wish 'em all love, and I pray for them

Cause whenever we cross paths, that'll be the day for them

Thompsons, M-16's, and AK's for them

Can't just get one; bullets like Frito-Lays for them

Closed casket; leave nothin' but legs for them

Fuck mercy! No need to beg for them

Yeah, just let the devil deal with 'em

And the other niggas that squeal with 'em

Fuck-boys do fuck-shit

I wasn't before, and I'm still not to be fucked with..

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Now I'm leavin' to Cleveland with H-flow

Cavs game; got the cheerleaders givin' mad brains

Stop frontin', like you don't know the boy is wild

Before I knock you out, "Pretty Boy Floyd" style

Filthy-rich shit; minks on the car seat

And the gas pedal; shit'll make your heart beat

Niggas talkin' money, I don't really hear you

Cause you ain't do this yet; diamonds on the rear-view

And when the beam on you, I ain't gon' spare you

Lotta rappers talkin' peace; I don't really care to..