[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Pss.. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)
Oh [bad word]  yo, [bad word] #33;

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops [bad word] [bad word] #39; through the [bad word] stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Buggin', only thing I remember was the [bad word] summon
So I, stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'
My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.[bad word]  I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to.. Ghost here [bad word] now!
Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the [bad word]  dog
Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff [bad word] #33; I will not get bagged on the Rock [bad word] #33; I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops [bad word] #33; They am' [bad word]  plan [bad word]  destroy evidence
 [bad word] a case, I'm [bad word] #39; home when I'm fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me and [bad word] 
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these [bad word] suckers got nerve
Heard I was killin' [bad word]  they must got word
That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge

 [bad word]  Ghostface Killah] [bad word] #33; If you sell [bad word] in the school zone [bad word] #33; If you gettin' chased with no shoes on [bad word] #33; [bad word] [bad word] #33; Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like bird tons [bad word] #33; If you ain't do [bad word]  you it
That next felony, [bad word]  it's like three zip
 [bad word] #33; Hop fences, jump over benches!
When you see [bad word] #39; get the [bad word] out the entrance! [bad word] #33; [bad word] [bad word] #33; Cops got guns! [bad word] .

[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]
Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)
I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)

[Jadakiss]
Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got fine hundred, hundred packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells
I'm cuttin' niggaz throats on the sails, while they puff L's
Don't leave nothin' un-bagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
 [bad word] by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a [bad word]  she gettin' knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that
Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me
 [bad word] #33;) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me
 [bad word] #33;) Scared to [bad word] #39; like I got bears on me
 [bad word] #33;) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me
 [bad word] #33;) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at
And I'm asthmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at
But they too close, and I got this new toast
'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do

 [bad word] 

 [bad word] 
Yeah... yes! Yes! [bad word]  Chocolate City! (Whoo!)

 [bad word] 
They got [bad word] #39; and I weigh about three hundred
Drawers stuck in my [bad word]  gun under my stomach
And I don't even know why they chasin' me for
Cuz I'm dirty like the corner in the bathroom floor
So [bad word] through the alley, when [bad word] through the block [bad word] #39; so fast, you would think I'm chasin' the cops
Right in broad daylight, in the middle of winter
I can't go to jail, my mother cookin' chicken for dinner, [bad word] #33;
The Baltimore City, Police Departm