[Intro]

Yo, yeah, shit is real right now, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Who the nigga? Motherfuckin' Cormega

Queensbridge – that's Q.B. 

Uptown, Connecticut, niggas is settin' it

Tone Touch – you just don't give a fuck

What, nigga? Far Rock', Iraq, to Southside

Son, we gon' show these niggas

Yo, yo, what?

[Verse]

Niggas recognize the method I perfected rhymin'

Rappers insecure, verbally I'm jeapordizin'

Check the way that I be exercisin'

My pen work for me for years, it's death-defyin' (Ooh!)

You know the saga, the drama

The Queensbridge Kingpin, 'Mega Montana

To Touch, I pledge allegiance

Drugs sold for many reasons

Some for prestige, others they only way of eatin' (No doubt)

My niggas pray to be in – a better life

We had plans to bag grams and get ahead at night (What?)

I fuck with officialest thugs that hit you wit'

Cop killer dum-dum shit, your whole shit is split

Livin' this life, drippin' in ice (Uh)

Holdin' my position like pimpin', write a composition

Trife, uhh, I'm takin' mines like in Perry Mason times

Any attempt to stop me (Check this) – you wastin' times

I could blaze a nine or infilitrate the line between paper

Rhymes like solidified white rock, shopped in '89

Rhyme for Beemers, Rovers, over-achievers

Hold a heater to them other cultures, who deceive us

Blunted on a Wanted poster with a golden millimeter

You think it ain't real? Check me on my next re-up, BEOTCH!

[Outro]

What, nigga? Who could fuck with this?

What? Hahahah

Mobb Deep, C-N-N, nigga, Shan

Nas, nigga, Poet, Kamikaze, Killa Kid

Nature, what? Q.B. nation, nigga

Back together, haha