featuring Coolio, Inspectah Deck, Mobb Deep, U-God



*harpsichord solo*



[Blondie]

THERE'S NO sinning, bears getting dressed to kill

Laughing down the sun like a jackal will

With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart

He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart

And drink it up till the morning starts

Circulate the red light this is get the girls and get the sis'

Pinch him up and give em bliss

Kissin fears with all his might forever



[Coolio]

Standed on the verge of the edge of the ledge

Waitin for me to fall, then I got a call

It said, "WAIT HOLD UP HOMEY, YOU MUST BE TRIPPIN

YOU CAN'T BE PUTTIN THAT STRIPPIN AND WHIPPIN

UP IN YOUR PIMPIN, YOU BETTER STAND TALL

FOOL YOU WAS BORN TO BALL

TOOK A LITTLE FALL AND NOW YOU WANNA END IT ALL

YOU BEEN CHASIN DREAMS LIKE A HOUND DOG ON THE HUNT

Take your place in the front wit yo' hands on the blunt

And it's right in your grasp man, I know they laughin

BUT YOU'LL BE LAUGHIN LATER CUZ TIMES IS GON' GET GREATER!"



[Blondie]

That's when you least expect it

You understand there is no exit



[Prodigy]

Aiyyo rock that *shit*, slamdance to this

Move the *fuck* back when you see us in the mosh pit

Smash something when my heavy metal raps thump in

Crack more heads open than Beck's, you and your mans floated

Tales From The Crypt, Rocky Horror couldn't Picture it

Spine-tingling, give you goose bumps singin it

*Bitch-ass niggas* scared to party wit The Infamous

We jumpin over the bar snatchin mad liquors



[U-God]

Out of the darkness, spark this total chaos

Mark to scheme the hardest, nothing can save us

All that is sacred, dearly departed

Braveheart slave brave contains something courageous

Salute shining armor, persona rip stages

Loud as Nirvana, beneath the golden ages

The road rash explode, little rigor that devour

Don't cry for me, I'm bout drunk off the power



Chorus [Blondie] 2x

Who's gonna cry for ya

Who's gonna cry over you



[Havoc]

Now if you think my Infamous Mobb remains untamed

And we out for the cash while you out for the fame

Lay back, count on my stack down to Cognac

Writin my raps, here hold that, it's bound to go plat

When my bang hits, relentless, whatever I spit

Like a fresh pair of kicks outta the box, ready to rock

You know the drilly stay collaboratin wit my committee

Then it's on the L-I-E to QB city



[Inspectah Deck]

Yo yo

We storm the sound clash, but none heard the sound of the blast

Send the mass outta control, the system found smash

There's blood on the dance floor, they still chant "More!"

The nitty gritty, New York inner city

Fifty caliber thoughts force the world to bang wit me

Bound to hit hard like twenty gods benchin in the yard

Men at large take charge, out to make ours and take ours

We fought against all odds

Party crasher, verbal assault, quick to blast ya

Ya stunned momentarily, dropped seconds after



Chorus 2x



*guitar solo*



Chorus to end