[Fredro Starr]
Baldheads and guns blaow
Where you [bad word] say ah, Oh!
Which way did he go? You don’t know
You move too slow, boy you blow
My style grows on you like hair
Where my Queens niggas? We right here!
Is you out there? Yeah!

[Sonsee]
Just watch us spark this hit and get ill
We won’t yield til we hit 50 bil
So grab a hold, get a grip, it’s time to shake it up
For rappers and routines that make bricks

[Sticky Fingaz]
Amnesia couldn’t make me forget about where I came from
And even if I left the slum I’d still be a hoodlum
Cause good [bad word] to those who take 'em
And I’m fed up and filled with so much anxiety I gotta scream
To let out all this [bad word] that’s built up inside of me

[Hook] [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out

[Sonsee]
These M.C.’s shoulda rehearsed
They [bad word] around like auto reverse
For them our [bad word] #39;s the worst
We disperse and then they hurt
But first to cut, then I burst they verse to quench my thirst

[Sticky Fingaz]
Made mad money but I spent it, now I’m broke
So I’m searching for somebody to put in a choke yoke
And I can’t wait to wrap my bare hands around they neck
And squeeze until I [bad word] #39; strangle ‘em to death

[Sonsee]
Yo, you smell that?

[Fredro Starr]
Yeah, that’s me, I’m the [bad word] 
I’m in effect like WIC checks and you a TEC without the clip
There goes my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken
Wheres the weed? I need it, its my vitamin
So light it then get high
Reach for the sky, you won’t survive, you won’t get by, you gotta die
Your style is a gimmick and you know that you can’t be what we be
We Afficial, Nastee!

[Hook] [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out

[Fredro Starr]
When I was born I never thought that I could be like that
Growin' up in the back block, sellin' crack rocks to black cops
I pack, [bad word] Glocks and clock phat knots
Nickel and dime, petty crimes, packin' plenty nines and knives to stay alive
Surviving and gettin' mine
Thoughts of the ghetto minds said [bad word] the books
See I'd [bad word] the street and [bad word] around with the crooks
And got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This is my bread and butter my brother word to mother

[Sonsee]
More niggas grab the mics, talkin' ‘bout they gonna set it
When all the rhymes you make is fake and synthetics
We just dead it, plus your style is old as a relic
So burn em up money, cause you gets no credit
You want it? Here it go
 [bad word] know the Armee, or we gonna be on the straight d-low bangin’ M.C.‘s
So keep it live up in here
I swear nothin' less, we posess your best record buy
Most def, Most Def

[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz, earn my name from muggin' on trains
Where I grew up in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens in my teens
My pants are bustin' out the seams with this gun in my jeans
Without it I wouldn’t’ve lived this long in my wildest dreams
And I’m a star, my spotlights police high beams

[Hook] [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out [bad word] on and scream and shout, just let it all out

[Outro]
Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop
All City keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop