Verse One: Keith Murray

Haaah! (wooooooo!)
Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a [bad word] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip [bad word] all that sensuous [bad word] I represent intellectual violence
And leave your click holier than the [bad word] Like Redman I shift with [bad word] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all [bad word] up [Word up!]
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of [bad word] cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause youse a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]
My [bad word] s like a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]
Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]
Break your concentration, murder your camp
For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz
Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis [bad word] through and actin wild  [bad word] niggaz better have a Coke and a smile
I SHOT YA!

Verse Two: Prodigy

Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body
Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
While you wondered what we sayin on the records real
Yeah you [bad word] right kid you know the deal
My Mobb is Infamous just like the [bad word] title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----
But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)
But anyway, back on the real side of things
My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)
From my life to the paper (what), very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-(shine baby, just shine)
My [bad word] attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-I shot ya [bad word] [bad word] 
Verse Three: Fat Joe

Now who the [bad word] you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews
Look I'm Joey Crack, [bad word] be like he's bad [bad word] this racket, from New York to Montego
Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
These [bad word] [bad word] niggaz know we stronger
Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulance, this man's wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette
razor, which I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian
Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser

Verse Four: Foxxy Brown

Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]
Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin
Doin my thing fly [bad word] you a Scarface king [bad word] grab ya