[Billy Danze from M.O.P.] Representing 1 7 1 8, dangerously Cousin, you know the drill [Lil Fame from M.O.P.] Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, bound! [Method Man] Playing my position, hot Nixon This one, for all the sick ones, confliction Posionous darts sickening, best believe Finger itching with two broke legs, now I'm tripping On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw From my punch, watch your son and you Got you shitting in your last Huggie, running who? Fucking punk, get a speed bump coming through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) While you got set up I was hittin your ex ho Shit I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chickenheads gobbling Shit I'm driving in, come with funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see When I approach rappers be taking notes I drop like I should've invented the raincoat Absolute, I love to burn to the roots [Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda Got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest If no money exchanges I got these kids in ranges Believe them niggas brainless All they tote is stainless You just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go thru If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo killings clean Slugs up in between They eyes, like True Lies Kill em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, yo life is on the shelf We mean this Frank Them cats we fucking wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank Lets get this money baby They shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies And burn em with 30 380's Then they come to kill our babies [Raekwon] We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady Laying on the bed, looking like a drag Had the pillow cuffed, looking at me and Frank, her grill was rough Who would've ever think she'd rather do us up But that's the business, back to the sitch On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols Doin sign language is twitching noses Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi? We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor [Ghostface Killah] Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust If he holding the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot Up early in the morning, kick the door in, wave the 4 an' (fuck) the brawling, cause Tony for the stalling And all I see is $ signs, here's the bottom line either Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9 Invest figures to address (niggas) Working out, all I curl is my index finger Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers Edward Scissorhands them grams, (niggas) respect winners I got them big spenders coming through, hourly Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga [Rakim] Its mister word renowned with the best verse One of the illest the streets, from the east to the west, heard Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir" A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words Some of us love to flow 'til the club close And some in love with blow for the love of dough In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for girls They extorting the game, exploiting the hood Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread It's only hot cause we ride, spotted cops with feds Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead That's the word on the block is, "Hip-Hop Is Dead" So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden, let's go [Busta Rhymes] In God we trust Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious I'm making my niggas deal with it so mysterious Furious all of my niggas is serious Should niggas be walkin around fearing us Frontin nigga like you don't wanna be hearing us Gotta listen to the radio be playing us 30 time a day shit'll make you delirious Damagin everything all up in your areas Yo its funny how all the chickens be always serving us All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us Hitcha gonna hit em off with the illiest Varias chickens they wanna marry us Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust Settle for your money the label preparing us [Kool G Rap] Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors So I got to get with the business of hit quick Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick Slick Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop Hit the deck I got the Tech right on your neck And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller's check But if a vic' tries to choke me I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me So to the next weasel that freezes Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a f**k