Verse 1: Spliff Star
  
  Yeah
  Heh
  A Flipmode y'all (x4)
  Hah
  Heh
  Hahahaha
  Yo
  Yo, Uh
  I spits rhymes for thug cats
  Neighborhood drug rats
  Hardcore
  Keep it raw
  What
  Niggaz love that
  Stack the greenbacks
  And stay steady with the weed sack
  Spliff Star one of the famous foreigners
  >From East Flat-Bush
  Fire arms till you no longer breather black
  Make it hot
  Standin on the corner wit the G-Pack
  Look at me
  Lampin in defiance wit my seats back
  Got the game to fuck wit ?Jane? where you and her sleep at
  
  Verse 2: Rah Digga
  
  Lyrically inclined
  And inclined to get lyrical
  Checkin for residuals
  Rhymin be the ritual
  Ill individual
  Bad habitat
  Watch my voice battle cats
  While i'm spittin battle raps
  On the high horse
  And i keep my saddle strapped
  You'd be headin up the river like 'where the paddle at?'
  Got a rhyme overload
  Rah Digga always front ya
  Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture
  
  Chorus:
  
  Got niggaz from the hood
  Thinkin shit all good
  I'm askin all y'all
  WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
  Got niggaz outta town
  Tryin to come and be down
  I'm askin all y'all
  WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
  Got niggaz online
  Think they fuckin wit mine
  I'm askin all y'all
  WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
  I'm askin all y'all
  WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
  I'm askin all y'all
  WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
  
  Verse 3: Baby Sham
  
  It makes alot of sense
  When you see Sham in black Benz
  With high friends
  Pull up the club wit dark tints
  Never jump out
  Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth
  They must have doubts
  Like who the stars wit no lookouts
  You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
  And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
  I shall leave you wit dat
  BIB from QB
  Boys In Black
  And foul attitudes to match
  
  Verse 4: Busta Rhymes
  
  Yo
  Now who you be god
  I be the soul controller
  I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola
  Live shit like the energy of solar
  With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra
  Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
  Bear skin furs like Australian polar
  Hang up on whack bitches who call the Motorolla
  And smack faggots like you don't make me have ta show ya
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 5: Rampage
  
  Ramp i'm not talkin son I'm comin out clappin
  All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y'all niggaz actin
  Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen
  I'm rippin down shit while y'all other niggaz slackin
  Money cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
  Them grimy niggaz rollin with me
  Them niggaz packin
  Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and
  8 bullets total in all I'm street trackin
  
  Verse 6: (Unknown Member)
  
  2 for my block like 10 in the mornin
  Squish your organs like Swiss scheese whippin the arm
  And flava blaze I play the corner
  Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
  Mauziano I'm like a silver Tzar holdin golden
  Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen
  On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein Moses
  Fiendin for flows I pose to split you open
  Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 7: Lord Have Mercy
  
  The earth is the globe
  Where I work my magic like Merlin unfold
  Surface enclosure
  Life worthless no goals
  Perfect controls
  Like Ayatola's turbans and robes
  From the counties of kings
  Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies
  50 armies
  Probably bring hell on this earth
  Legend of dirt
  Smash ghettos & General's turf
  Menace incredible work
  Land Lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
  Hah
  
  Chorus