Yeah yeah.

On the.. On the.. On the.

On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal



Finally up in this nigga

Let's pay homage to Illmatic

Let's put the crown where it's at

10 years

Never been done this real by nobody



To my seed, May I lead you into no greed or evil

In the categories of stories I breed my sequel

You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's

Monkey see, Monkey do

Shorty sipping sunny dew

Now it's V.S.O.P. in a Phantom, mad smoky

Murder trees, cruisin gat in the stash so it won't poke me

Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't make no noise cause we dirty

Tell them hoes hurry in

We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom

And there's video taping bloomin ass's on the zoomin lens

Rollin on you nondescript niggaz

You're marked for death like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggaz

Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough

In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili busts



That verse is 10 years old, 9 years old

Street's Disciple

The Rebirth comin at you this year baby

It's on baby



Yeah

To the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles

This is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?

You know the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say

He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he don't deserve to make

Sippin clear liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways

Listenin close, to every word in case they violate

Up in the projects Apartment 5D

Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin everything the block see

We bout to need to take the corners from them cowards

Get it on so y'all can move more coke powder, by the hour

Hold in case we gotta rip niggaz

Loaded - Teflon coated