[The Game]
Dre, I saved hip-hop!

[Jim Jones Intro]
Uh huh Jones, Dipset Byrdgang, [bad word] You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin you homie
You [bad word] niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, [bad word] 
[Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and [bad word] the streets nightly
And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out
And I [bad word] wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, [bad word] bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we [bad word] slang!
And a 9 trey is what I [bad word]  claim!
It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!

[Fabolous]
WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
Shooters waitin on the word JUST SAY IT LOS!
I let these niggaz live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug
Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs
Couple Africans, with balloons full of [bad word] If they like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up

[The Clipse] [bad word]  [bad word] (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
Style on niggaz, (but feel it to the numb)
Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums)
Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya)
My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful)
Frolic in the snow, so playful
(And revivin the track) like we flowin through jumper cables
(What duo) you know (get XXL kudos) while coppin off Coolio
(Classic [bad word]  we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)

[Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two, check
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch (haha)
So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach  [bad word] )
Mama told me not to play with fire but
She never told me I would grow to be a liar  [bad word] )
Now all I gotta do is speakin' them burns (burn!)
It's cremation, no earn (earn)
Higher cream to be a hustler but don't earn
You need to be what? (what?)
And that's that (blat!)
Ay!
 [bad word] 
Game got at me about the remix, it's an honor my [bad word] I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me
I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
Talkin bout how they gon spray, and take me away
But I'm the [bad word] living, legend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler [bad word] about my progression

[Jadakiss & Styles P]
(One blood) we used to the spillin
(Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
(How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
(Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back
(Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest [bad word] 
Anything in between's a  [bad word]  target, [bad word] 
D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)
The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the [bad word] detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)

[Fat Joe]
All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases
Within styrofome and embalmi