Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams
Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big cables of sands
Valleys and [bad word]  I got the mack ten
We can hit the alley with iron and thumper
Take it to the hands like the brand new linen
Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him
You dealing with a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, [bad word]  you ain't like this joker
And the set, devoted to opening your neck
With the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
Your next move, is slipping, your last move is [bad word] As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldiers, you're out of position
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
rob and gather reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five, with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side of the force
Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle
With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it..

Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana
How we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana
Try, play me today, I'mma kill you manana
From, far with the K, or up close with the llama
I'm like an African king in a castle in Ghana
Chest dripping with jewels, one [bad word] of a rhymer
Study lessons in Athena, building with an old timer
So I, always been wise ever since a young minor
Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme
So I'm often posted, in a window with that thing
Got a limited support from the Sing Sing regime
I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team
Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend
Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam [bad word] with me, you better be real as you can be
La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general

Whoever say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar
That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire
When you mention me, not about penitentiary
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second century
Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu
Cuz I'm original, like blacks for larger jewels
Velour's by BUFU, Buy Us [bad word] U
Try Us [bad word] U. You die. Y'all got gats but him buck too, [bad word] Sip Grey Goose and ponder. They know the room service
In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to honor these street scholars
Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar
Bush gave 6.46 billion to Haliburton
For troops support efforts in Iraq
Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that
The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters  [bad word] )
But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton workers make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year
Plus a 25 extra taking fire [bad word] [bad word] all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at
18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at?'
But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at
I love to [bad word]  so what. plus I'm gangsta enough
To [bad word] in pimpin kids pimp cup. rack again and pump it up
How [bad word] still get [bad word]  niggaz just want a forty and a blunt

Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block
With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks
Too many die in vein, and it's a crying shame
The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top
Acquiring apparel, through growth and development
On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant
The [bad word] of war, never changes
And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous
Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than
What they ever had, experienced yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill
Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field
The great boundaries of both man and machine