[Verse 1: Tek]
Ayo, al-amin, that's my attribute (My attribute)
Yeah, I heard your album, them bars was cute
Them homo blondes got you beggin and cryin’
There's real shit goin' on, babies are dyin’ (Word)
Save them nursery rhymes for the kiddie books (The kiddie books)
'Cause I'mma give you grimy bars and wicked hooks
Snatchin' diamonds and rippin' off pockets
Cuttin' faces and shootin' off rockets (Boom!)
You wanna sing for the people and them bitches
Pretty boy, snitches get stitches (Word)
The respect level was obsolete (It ain't nothin’)
Me and you could never rock on the same street (Naw)
It’s by chance that our paths cross (Paths cross)
'Cause you pussy and your man soft (Man soft)
You better pay for better protection
Or get smitten by the Smif-N-Wessun

[Verse 2: General Steele]
Yeah
Yeah, the don king bars
Godzilla, Silverback, King Kong
On my BI, shout to CI, Bing Bong (What up?)
Get it rockin’, still be at your doorbell, ding dong (Ding dong!)
Drop jewels, other rappers sing songs
Monkey Barz, Sean P (P!) for life, ink on the arm (Uhuh)
Cuban link with the charm (that's right), the squad grind militant
Peace to Gods and the Earths, Allah shine infinite (Shine infinite, knowledge, knowledge)
Yeah, consider this (Uhuh) (Consider this)
Say what I mean, penmanship legitimate (That's right)
I don't business with citizens, insignificant (Naw)
This street shit get intricate once you enter it (Let’s go)
No backseats, no passes, no co-incidents (No co-incidents)
No statements on cooperating this killa shit
The beat body, the mic massacred livestream (Livestream)
Smif-N-Wessun turn the booth to a crime scene
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, I sent for the blitz
This dummy went around his elbow to get to his wrist (Stupid!)
Never apply pressure amiss (Nah)
I'm lookin' for a shooter, I will get the assist (Ba-ba-baow)
Headshot and ya brain bleedin' (Yeah)
I'm comin' with a giant like Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan (Hahahaha)
Y'all both got shot for the same reason
This the final phases of war and I'm King Stephen (I'm the king!)
Solecism Vivian Grey
I got shooters in my bloodline, Jimmy and Jey (Acknowledge me!)
You lookin' at a hawk with a beak (Ba-ba-ba-bow!)
We ain't pump-fakin', lil homie, talkin' is cheap (We ain't talkin'!)
We was at the Aragon wildin' (Yeah)
Dump the body off to Farallon Alley (Yeah)
Never fold at the appeal (Nah)
Put your shoulder to the wheel (Yep)