[Intro: Young Chris]

Yeah...
Young Chris, M-E's, Free-Wheez... Tha boy Twista...
Holla...

My life on tha track... (Okay...),
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Up [bad word] ... State Prop...
Check game... (That's right...),
Get low... (Get low...),

It's tha Roc...
Better than ever (Holla)...
Yeah...

It's tha [bad word]  Roc [bad word]  you hotter than us?

(Okay, okay)

[Young Chris]
Ever since a young buck, I been on [bad word] up,
Known to dish tha raw, dish tha law if [bad word] up,
And cheddar 'till tha sun up...
If there's a ransom and tha law get involved, then we never get they son up,
Never put ya gun up, if [bad word] round me,
I go to war wit' niggas 'round tha corner from 'round me,
You can front 'round me, but I read through that,
Wit' tha mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac,
Niggas see shoot back, we can see to that,
Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples back,
And I used to grind out on my friends spot, 'till he's mom wanted my Tim-bots,
Now my paint got me discounts, or trans-quo all around tha world, like I was signed to
Pimp-dot,
And if it's ten targets and I got ten shots,
I'm tryin' to leave at least hit nine out of them ten shot...

[Memphis Bleek]
I got my mind on my money, money on mind,
But some say its a gift, I don't write but I rhyme, [bad word] songs with just one try,
Tell 'em it's no lie, I be flowin all my life dogg, I never think, it's already there,
I find ways to say-it, so you [bad word] hear-it,
And when you hear it you feel it, you know its real (so...),
This is how I live it, how its pictured for real,  [bad word] ..),
I'm [bad word] for real...
Diamonds against wood, underground king for real,
Big crib when I lay, yeah I'm livin' for real, [bad word] me tha [bad word] off tha shelf whenever [bad word] ll get real,
Automatics and tha extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit',
Dummies in tha black rhinoes,
(Yeah...) They be killin' [bad word] 
Mask up kidnap [bad word]  that's how my niggas get,
Chi-town, NYC, that's how my niggas get...

[Freeway]
Yes, just picture me rollin',
Tha smith and wesson'll stay goin' put a hole in yo chest,
It's just, another hustle paper gettin' made and fold ya,
Mad, you street niggas finally made it,
I swoop five, he know tha ride, heavily loaded,
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment, (Yup...),
Chump... You don't really wanna war,
With tha State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, (Why us...?),
S-P game so [bad word] tough, tha 4 4 in tha 5th tucked ya'll cant hang,
Transporter turned rapper, get a can for to fill my life,
Still acclompished, wanna fill they cups?
Tha rap version of Mandela call my bluff,
Well still tha street dwellers feel my pain (My pain...),
I spit a verse and split a clip in tha rain,
fool-proof when tha full force open you (What...?),

[Twista]
Twista will rock you, you don't want tha thug apostle to pop you,
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossiles,
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words and paint portraits,
For real niggas that hold down they fortress and serve off of porches,
Hit 'em in tha body wit' tha powerful forces, that'll end all your data,
Make you clean up your house, bag up an ounce, hit tha dance floor and bounce,
We blessed wit' tha talent, [bad word] wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy,
'Cuz you [bad word]  wit' Twist if you [bad word] wit Chris, Bleek and Free-wheezy,
So speak and breath easy... Or tha scutche's my future in 3D,
I like [bad word] s, I'm from a city full of vice, lords, and GD's,
Breedz and souls, 2-6's, kings, BD's and stones,
Spanish cobras and all tha [bad word] soldiers survivin'