[Bun B]
Yeah… when i step in the spot, [bad word] say “who that?”
Big bun b, but you already knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and [bad word] that
You hatin’ on the trill og, where they do that? (for real!) [bad word] need to get off the [bad word]  man
Fall the [bad word] back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go’ get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man  [bad word] )
no tricks, man, those is for kids
Cushion, my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You [bad word]  with da so you know what it is
I’m sittin on the fours that [bad word]  down candy in the golden ‘lac
We gettin’ to the money like it’s goldman sachs
and we do it for the pimps that are holding back.. let’s go!

[Nas]
Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin’ qb till the death of him
That [bad word] that inspired lyrical tyrants like kanye west and em
Track record goes back to “the essence”, smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I’m nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, i pass it, you gaspin’ for breath and you die fast
but i’m like a gastric bypass, ???? actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 i ain’t grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white range rov’
Tats on my body like an art exhibit, i did real good for a private [bad word] Was once a bacardi sipper, now it’s chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns [bad word] hidden, i was real young, little youth, a novice [bad word] Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food’s digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are techs that’ll bust louder than the noise that i just spit
Let’s get one thing straight that my crown ain’t for testin’… testin’
Chop heads off like king henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, [bad word] 
I’m a king in this thing, don’t be dumb
Been in this [bad word] since ’91
Niggas can’t [bad word] with the style i use
your fate is sealed, no heidi klum
Calm now, was a wylin’ dude, studied cowards that made power moves
Watched wild planet seen lions devour food, you can say that’s how i move
a monster [bad word]  and i don’t really like doing songs with niggas
There go my [bad word] wayne, let them niggas hate
Or like my [bad word] drake say “we ain’t got time to respond to niggas”

[Shyne]
I’m a villain, i’m a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything i be
I’m a shotta, when i pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin’ over gotham