Verse One: Havoc and Prodigy

Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to [bad word] my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail 
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 [bad word] for your ears to list
 [bad word] P where you headed it's time to pass kids
[what's the kids be doin' yo]
Kickin' rhymes that's [bad word] lies
Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time
After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back an' write half [bad word] [bad word] 
The last official takin out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that [bad word] with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That [bad word] #39;s shook to death from the first [bad word] song
Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live [bad word] 
Bear witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggaz [bad word] 
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to [bad word] them we [bad word] none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type
 [bad word] you could [bad word] with you [bad word] outta luck
Boss I break [bad word] throw you way off course
We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically fit raps articulate 
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no 

 [bad word]  Prodigy

One time son you know we be the illest in this
Push the [bad word] back, QBC gat, plottin to move back
The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

Yo [bad word] grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on
 [bad word] on drysell [bad word] with his loot on
Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock [bad word] 
Diamond on some H&R Block [bad word] 
Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up
What fuss on the bottom face slit up
Yeah where you from I'm from here
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years
Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the thai said riiiight!
Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be
Somethin spoke to me, it was this little [bad word] pokin me
I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em
Son was pro nine with the emblem
Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now [bad word] EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX
Next time [bad word] #39;s parental, God slap fire out yer mental
Jet in a boat with rims to mental

 [bad word] 2X