Yo! Turn that shit up, word up!

Afficial Nasty ****...Fuck Dat!

Ya **** is dead-ass!

Know what I'm sayin'?

We're payin' my **** ' All City 'n shit!

Word up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!

Rip that Brooklyn shit ****!

What? What? What? What? What? What?

My fleet goals, by da creep cold

We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em

We raise the states in this game, like helium

The new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em

Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!

But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out

**** be frontin', we take the back route

Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?

City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now

We're nuthin' to match out, formula

See it clearly through my corner-ya

This goes out to **** on the corner, Mega's on ya

Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma

The East New York Soldier, what?

(Fuck Dat! That's the All City shit!

Yo Greg Valentine!)

The beats be Rushen like Patrice

You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece

Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say da least

Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace

Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate

We poly for higher states, buyin' fire escapes

See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'

**** holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice

Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot

Put out these fagat ass **** try to steel what I got

As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot

Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at

That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over

Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over

(All City what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!

Yo Sticky) {wassup ****?}( Come here ****, Fuck Dat!

Let these muthafuckaz know ****!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}

(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon

Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't run from, the dum-dum

Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son!

I'm in this rap shit for the lump sum

Hit the stage as soon as the blunt's done

YOU DON'T WANT NONE! But regardless

We the wildest, you get demolished

I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, want charges!

Walkin' targets, kill any rap artist!

Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!

If you not a ally, then yo ass gotta fry

Two lifes for a life without no remorse

You fucked up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off ****!

(What?! Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat!

Afficial Nast what up?!

Yo Lefty, I got a new **** for ya ****!

Yo Fuck Dat! Step up and shit....)

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops

A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop

Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots

We're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts

Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!

So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)

So fuck it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!

Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped

Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!

It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you

For the dolies, **** just press G-O

While shoot outs, reachin' for the Glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs

Still spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya

Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'

(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 ****!) {What ****?}

(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit ****!) {What what, what, what?!}

(Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty ****!

Fuckin' takin' this streets! That **** is dead!)

All you crack ****, I don't even like your style

If it wasn't for love, you be dead right now

Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down

Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town

Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws

Die with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors

(They hate that shit ****! What?!

Kick the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)

Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout

Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin' to see some jacks

You better get dropped dog, just read the facts

Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you back

I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats

X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws

Your visual lost, X-million now, **** tripple the course

I cripple your boss, what?!!

Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast ****!

Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast ****!

Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast ****!

Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast ****!

Word up! Fuckin' All City!

Muthafuckin' Onyx!

Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you ****!

Fuckin' Sonsee ****! What da fuck is up?!

Yo Sticky, wassup ****?! Gangreen in this muthafucka!

Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!!

My **** too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)

DJ LS, Afficial Nast ****! Fuck any DJ,yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ ****! Afficial Nast!)

Word up, Fuck Dat! **** don't know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin', Fuck Dat!

Big Chris, Fuck Dat! **** ain't seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!

Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)