We're not here to talk. We're here to audit the streets. 92 Beats.

 Listen to the heart of a giant.

 I'm the first chapter of a story you can't end. I'm the shadow in the hallway, I'm the broken friend.

 92 BPM, let the legend start to breathe. I'm the only one standing while the cowards leave.

 I don't need a chorus to make the truth hit hard. I'm the king of the deck, I'm the only ace card.

 I remember the hunger, the ice inside the bone. I'm the only one sitting on this iron throne.

 I built this empire from the bricks of the past. In a world full of ghosts, I'm the only one to live.

 Gangster Squad. Gangster Squad. Gangster Squad. Gangster Squad.

 We the masters of the opening move. While they chasing the wind, we got nothing to prove.

 I see them on the screen trying to mimic the boss, but they don't know the pain. They don't know the loss.

 I'm moving the dark, dark shades on my face. I'm the architect, the power, the master of the pace.

 From the south side corners to the marble floor, I'm the only one who's opening the final door.

 No singing on the mic, keep it raw, keep it real. I'm the heavy sub bass, I'm the touch of the seal.

 G-Unit Gangsta Squirrel. Every scar on my skin is a line on the page. Watch the lion step out of the iron cage.

 The crown is a legend, and it's always in the red. I'll be the king of this jungle till the day I'm dead.

 No chorus required, hit the streets, hear the truth clearly. I'm the only one they love and the one they fear dearly.

 The opening statement is the law of the design. We cut through the fake like a diamond in the mine.

 Remember the name, remember the squad, remember the faces. I'm the only net left who can win this race.