[Redman]:

Bitch

Brick City, yo

Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young

I ate paint chips, the rare moon

That pair mics, my maintenance

I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts

For money, to your house arrest anklet

I take it all, if not, here's a thousand

Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men

I'm constant, on that paper chase

Blow zip codes from Bricks to 8-1-8

Doc serve to you liquor in the plate

Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya

Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment

Hit 95, then hide with the Waltons

Down South, the forty four feela

I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga

I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga

Westside highway running, homo nigga



[LL Cool J]:

I'm the sultan of the ghetto

The homicidal aficionado

I empty niggas out like Crystal bottles, uh

When I battle, I'm breakin' Bentleys down to gravel

I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel

I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers

I knew my longevity confuse ya

Big paper game, come on run into these flames

Recognize the power of the royal King James

Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces

Like they drinkin' Guinness when they realize I'm not finished

I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin'

Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'

Platinum links, chicky eyed blonde hair,

Honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks

Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink

Bend your little wifey over, help her stretch out the kinks

That's why ya nigga freeze when I step up in the building

The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children