Lyrics:

[Illa Ghee]
I lay you down like a soldier on a foreign ground 
Spit alien ... lyrics got the foreign noun 
Keep the pound for the funny style pound 
...loose your mind [bad word] around and get found clown 
I'm in the lounge chilling, with like four women 
I'm a gym empire putting fire to your entire sound say something 
The new millennium Phil [bad word] .. 
My mind in the bed stuy dungeon.... 
My lines sitting high in the blue hummer stuntin' 
Amused by the lames function 
This is nothing I abuse beats, I refuse to sleep 
I let [bad word] in my rap style meet like it's crime in the street 
Young gunner like chris and neef the black Cesar, the first world rap to be cut with benita... 
I did it so it fit through your speaker 
sell it by the liter, I thought i'll just spit a little ether 

Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends 
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn 
Go hard wanna war lets get it in... 
Hand gun lifting, straight menacin' 
Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends 
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn 
Going hard wanna war lets get it in ... 
Hand gun lifting, straight menacin' 

[Sean Price]
Yo, I don't give a [bad word] about your name, your crew or your blog spot 
Your track record you rap record who the god shot 
 [bad word] you new kicks, [bad word] you new whips, [bad word] ya sheep skin 
 [bad word] ya deuce flicks I ain't with all this dress [bad word] 
Your [bad word] fat and knocked knee lookin' like precious 
She a rider give her the sket... one shot ya face look like forest whitaker neck 
You want a verse [bad word] give me a check 
Just let me go first you got the worse verse on the set 
I don't like rappers, I don't like producers 
I [bad word] with [bad word] dealers and [bad word] abusers 
Ice cold [bad word] [bad word] hot looser 
Sean price I am buck shot shooter 
Shut the [bad word] up 
No afro, no elextric socks, Im off the wall with a sket that pop, pop, [bad word]  Brooklyn... P.... 

Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends 
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn 
Go hard wanna war lets get it in... 
Hand gun lifting, straight menacin' 
Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends 
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn 
Going hard wanna war lets get it in... 
Hand gun lifting, straight medicine... 

see I win like kobe or khaled been bout it... fly on the million I never would need a stylist 
me, Illa tha kid but I never act childish reroute ya gangster, clowns is getting outed 
I used to hug the block like an auntie 
Keeping the hammer upon me, wearing army fatigues 
And my flow like a palm tree breeze 
I breeze off like a drop s 2 plus 3 and blow trees like a hurricane 
Keep 2 hoes like hugh hef 
Can't hear, I'm jermaine Dupri 
I'm so def, I'm a [bad word] and a child of the ghetto like g dep 
I'm a animal lyrical wolf that eats flesh 
and I'll punch you in the face like a boxer do ... 
Stepping over all obstacles 
inject rap with a rock or few 
Use a hole in the penny illa ghee control and my flow is a Bentley 

Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends 
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn 
Go hard wanna war lets get it in... 
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing 
Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends 
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn 
Going hard wanna war lets get it in ... 
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing.