[Verse 1: Starang Wondah, Louieville Sluggah]
Yo it's that real n***a shit (real n***as)
That make the real n***as get (uh-huh)
Buckwild, (wild) jumpin' out they whips
Yo I been Fresh like the Prince ever since grade 6
Can't turn back, I ain't been the same since (uh-huh)
You know how bitch n***as in the industry
Pretend to be a friend of me
In the long run, becomin' enemies
R.I.P. Wet Capone, who got jooked up (word up)
Looked up, my n***a had mound, this beat he hooked up
Got n***as out on the Ave, they all shook up
Me and Henny think this O.G.C. (uh-huh) is booked up
Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my n***a Henny mad, yellin' in the background
(Fuck them n***as!) they better ask someone
Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone
Yo ass get down, Starang say blast them son
Yell out, "MFC!" and here they come wit massive guns

[Verse 2: Louieville Sluggah, Top Dog]
Ayo some chick asked her home girl, "Who is he?"
She said "You don't know Henny, V-I-Double L-E?
That's that n***a that's full blown just like a celly
Build real n***a shit, tell ya how the hell he feel"
G.C. till the day I D, all night put it up, MFC for life
N***as I looked up to, turned out to be suspect, alarmin'
Grab ya kids, n***as is Barney
Yo they ain't wit gettin' money, they laugh at what ain't funny
They gonna stay hungry, 'cause our days gettin' sunny
Yo I put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down
G.C.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown
Pops, I'ma see you when you finally hit home
[Chorus: Starang Wondah]
Yo, who is Starang Wondah, no relation to Stevie
Hennyville, guns buck to M-O-B-B
Shit ya work hard for us, to us comes easy (yeah)
Don't want beef here, no prob come see me

[Verse 3: Top Dog]
Straight flashback, clearin' ya field, lookin' for cash back
That's fucked up, you was in debt, now you done lucked out
You bugged out, take off yo shit, and get the fuck out
My amaze, rollin' that green weed up in my leaf
I'm not havin' that, just replace it wit the black
Check Judo or Knitty, or June for the 50 cent
Now look at that, my n***as wanna be where the hookers at
So where we at? Bucktown muthafuckas
Who are we? M.F.C., bitch n***as
We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
(Suspect, suspect)

[Verse 4: Buckshot]
Let's take a walk through Park slow, not what you eat
But we practice the art of chokin' these streets of Brook-nam
It's similar to Vietnam, so be it to bomb
We never calm, especially when we get illegally searched
Stereotype, you know they from Brooklyn, so they bound to fight
That's right, what, ya n***as ain't shit
Cock back the double barrel and spit seed
Buck never quit, I walk the streets wit a bunch of O.G.'s, who know me
As that little bad n***a from '93
Buckshot, that n***a wit the red dot, pointed at ya knot
Cock it quick, n***a watch this
[Verse 5: Havoc]
Yo, I heard you sayin', purposely spillin' the beans
On the street, rock the paper, now you playin' the greens
Khak's sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad
Know the sim whylin' on the streets is only a fad
Twenty stitches, collect call stressin' mad bitches
Got you in the home of house of snitches
Dig that, they dug you, only hit for Moms on the humble
Four building, watch 'em crumble
I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just preparin' me, shit ready to cock
Did he bobble in and watch you roll eyes
Number one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds
I'm quick to blow strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to hold mine

[Chorus: Starang Wondah]
Yo, I'm wit my man, Big Hav from the M-O-B-B
Hennyville, Buckshot, my man D-O-G
Shit ya work hard for us, to us comes easy
Ya want beef, yeah, no prob' come see me (see me)
(Suspect, suspect, suspect)
(N***as, n***as, n***as)
O.G.C, Mobb Deep, Brownsville and QB
Pocket change, mack alone the whole MFC
Bob Marley spliff, crack open the Hennessy
Ya want beef, yeah, no prob' come see we