[Intro: Poison Pen]
I’ll be late, man. Fuck that. I gotta work. 13. 13. L.I.F.E., Molotov Cocktail, what? Stronghold, yeah. N.A. Rock, yeah. Q-Borough, yeah. So what the fuck? Yeah. Emvees, yeah

[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
Check me when I’m not sober. 3-point stance
Running into your building shoulder-first, trying to tip your block over
Look down like a black Yoda, put you in your dick
Hear your sperm quicken in our block soda, cockholder
Scorch you with some hot Folgers
We walk like Cro-Magnons and some hold magnums
Don’t look past us for pro-wack shit
They should make us city ordinance
Next cats who heckles, I swear I’m coming down in the audience

[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
Ayyo, the 13 for [?] plated with a protected chest
Your vocals do nothing but tickle our rib cages
We just amped out. Leave your camp knocked out
Off just one punch plus four warning stabs waiting to [?]
Catch a jump off Sasquatch stomp. 13
Y’all no scary [Carrie, Jakes in cougar flicks?]
Scientific spit our clique. Here’s the twist:
We got a good and bad list
Leaving both lines pissed when we stand over
Smack all y’all leprechaun cats and jack you for your clovers
Y’all so funny, happy. Go open up your pot of gold. But Stronghold
We quick to unfold like hand fans in Japan
I’ll be the rebirth and walking with poisonous scriptures, spit at random
Out of my felt pen. 13. They scared of us
[?] our sons that said, “Words said, ‘Brother, bash your ear’”
Equipped with a verbal Molotov cocked from N.A. Rock, ayyo, these cats are scared
13, motherfucker
[Hook: Poison Pen]
13. N***as is scared of us. That’s a lucky number to us
Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous
L.I.F.E. and Poisonous. What?
13. N***as is scared of us. That’s a lucky number to us
Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous. What?

[Verse 3: Poison Pen]
I’m on that in-your-face shit. 13, we made Mase quit
You dying from asphyxiations—pardon my rap gang initiation
When you rhyme, you’ll get laughed at like security guards with no gats
You fronting hard—I know that
Don’t make me dust off my trench coat, chase you
Now you’s a running joke. Poison Pen’s pens wanting to grade you
Won’t even call you by your rhyme name
Blood pumps my Bed Stuy veins. “Dirt” my name
You don’t know what you’re starting
Fuck the world, tilt my head to the sky, spit
Chlorofluorocarbons, deading your environment
I’m a south porno star—face covered, but my dick’s out
Why they have you trying it? The styles is sick
You can tell I’m from Brooklyn
‘Cause I got unique footprints, phenomena like crop circles
My whole block’ll hurt you, bleed you dry
Then sell your shit back to you in death infomercials
[Verse 4: L.I.F.E. Long]
Ayyo, how real does this get?
You betting against permanent mic holders who are forever holding grips
13 containing heavy weights, holding platinum plates for raising heart rates
L.I.F.E., Poison Pen like a wakeup to inhaling gats
That’s distorting, waving. These cats is babies
Taking it back to pacifiers and teething

[Interlude 1: L.I.F.E. Long]
13. L.I.F.E., Poison Pen. Haha (L.I.F.E., Poison Pen, Stronghold)

[Hook: Poison Pen]
13. N***as is scared of us. That’s a lucky number to us
Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous
L.I.F.E. and Poisonous. Stop being superstitious
13. N***as is scared of us. That’s a lucky number to us
Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous. What?
L.I.F.E. and Poisonous

[Interlude 2: Poison Pen and (L.I.F.E. Long)]
It’s L.I.F.E. Long, what? That tall, skinny n***a. Poison Pen, that fat, old Bed Stuy, N.A. Rock n***a. Strongholding on that like this. When you combine the first cats of Stronghold. L.I.F.E. L-O-N-G. Number 3. We’re 13. Y’all superstitious n***as scared to go the 13th floor. Word up. This Emvees. [?] (Writers Guild). What? Bam bam. Ha. VM. Evahflow, Thumb, the Middle. Crazy Walz. Stelf motherfucking Index. What?

[Hook: Poison Pen]
N***as is scared of us. That’s a lucky number to us
Murk you, son, if you fuss. L.I.F.E. and Poisonous
Stop being superstitious
[Outro: Poison Pen and (L.I.F.E. Long)]
(Why n***as is scared of us?). I don’t know