featuring Kool G Rap



Intro (sampled):



Calling the police calling the G men

Calling all americans to war on the underworld



All I need is money and I'm getting that money tonight



Verse One: Lil' Fame



Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B Boy

Watch out for Jake snakes and decoys

The streets keep you p noid

Everyday's a new game we do thangs for new thangs

This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains

Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in

In my crib I heard villians outside blazin

Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men

Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson

That's why this +Downtown Swinga+

Ruckus bringa be packin bangers

that make your whole shit out of clothes hangers

It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in

The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in

So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes

We'll bust open your head like avocadoes

Heavy artillery in my facility

For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz



Chorus:



Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son

What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!

What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son

What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!



Verse Two: Billy Danze



The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle

Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!

Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object

Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects

I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you

Silently I move violently

Me, ain't no reliable see

I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days

Findin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave

If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix

And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six

My kind, on the front line still standin

Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannon

Holdin it down it's the drama lord

So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board

Firin squad, niggaz on the run

Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns



Chorus: repeat 2X



Verse Three: Kool G. Rap



Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine

Put M-16's in niggaz spleens

So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill

it's blood spilled for real

I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill

So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin

The biscuit that I'm clutchin

Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman

Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus

We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers

Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids

Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids

Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,

Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens

Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped

In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back

Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds

Niggaz better stick to they guns



Chorus: repeat 2X