Vangundy

[Verse 1: Billy Billions]

Yo, you really got all them guns but can't hunt me

Billy run NY team, like Vangundy

Spit wit' a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy

Get the wack shit from them, none from me

Billy on CD, then cop it, bro

Only got true love if it profit, bro

And I live life hard, you can't knock it, bro

If I know I'm gon' eat, what I'm stoppin for?

Watch it, bro, let me do, the best be who?

Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do

Gutter, entertain crowds like Chris Tucker

Talk shit, be a fist up ya, gon' get knocked out

I'm nervous like drunk taxi turns

Bitches be wantin' me like they tax return

Gotta chill, I got tracks to burn, and L's too

My whole crew is straight from Bellevue

If you wanna test, I failed you

Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you

Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied

Bill shocked Hip-Hop like Missy died

[Verse 2: Killer Cypress Boe of Boe & Ruck]

Blow my thing reckless, F.E.-1's will never catch me

My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy

Fuck a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact

This strong facts, avengin' this lyrical combat

Wit' dope bomb, then post long

I'm on the mics like En Vogue song

With the heart of lion like Voltron

We don't pop champagne, East New York, this ain't a damn game

No powder here neither 'cause we ain't tryin to run no campaign

I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my click be

I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bixby

East New York, you know we lockin' it down

And all that platinum stuff you talking 'bout, we droppin' it now

[Verse 3: V Nova aka Ruck of Boe & Ruck]

We like songs to vocals, weedheads to bongs and nodals

I'm tryin' to get more paper than the Barnes & Noble

The don'll show you, meet Villa, I'm calm and noble

But soon as you break the love, gotta bomb and roast you

That's the motto, when I catch that ass tomorrow

Wit' a luger from Germany, and a bag of hollows

Half a pound in the bag of Bravos

Meetin' connects, only thing them hoes getting is hash and cosmos

The screwdrivers, crash bar with blue foggers

On the truck, DVD, TVs, and two ballers

In the headrests, smokin' blunts of the best cess

Watching Tae Bo, bitch in the back doin' leg stretches

[Verse 4: Nolan Epps]

They bury niggas, put 'em on while I'm wildin'

Born in Georgia, make my way to Long Island

Suffolk County, nigga, fuck a barn and a bounty nigga

Never lost, but you lucky that you found me, nigga

I take this rap shit more serious than others

Born an only child, no sisters and no brothers

Uh, but attack it like I got an army behind me

Used to run the streets, now the crib is where you find me

'Cause in the streets, it's either kill or be Death Row

And I ain't tryin to die, I'm tryin to live to see mo' dough

Now that's realer than Real Deal Holyfield

A nigga hooked up with E and got mass appeal

New crib, big Benz with the chromey wheel

Lovin' life, stress free how a nigga feel

[Verse 5: Big Kim]

"Watch Out," like The Beatnuts

I get loose like sluts, givin' it up

Easy on these cuts, me diggy dawg

I'm a hog for rap, I break tracks, black, so

Make way for the boss, the rap Diana Ross

Def Squad Babygirl, of course

Go ahead, talk shit like you know

All you see is the doobie wrapped through the cracked window

Pitch black, Tahoe

Ghetto style, microphone fiend since child

Long Isle, I'm the Black tall star

Rippin' tracks bar for bar, who wanna spar?

I'm K-I-M, behold the Black queen

In a pair of Gucci boots, frames, and matching jeans

Babygirl comin' through

Payin' rise on Funky Noble, soon to be global

[Verse 6: Sy Scott]

Sy get hostile, and thinks square times illogical

Rap done fucked up and created a monster

Tryin' to do with verses, crime watches

I make niggas get second opinions from 12 different doctors

Watch out, I pull my crotch out

Technical knockout, make niggas quit like 9th grade dropouts

You enlighten me when I'm angry, I'm stir crazy

New nigga in rap, I don't know if you heard lately

Sy Scott, I'm the shot like the Glock, with the dot

Smoke on top, fresh out the box

I'm – artistic, they all autistic

Tip it all to me, fuckin' with the ultimate

Authentic, arsenic, arguments is augmented

They agonize on many minutes after admittance

The meanest, what I mean is I'm merciless like Ming is

My mean street mangles the meaningless

Seem seemingless when I'm singing, I win when emceeing

Skim cleaning like spring cleaning

Def Squad Mr. Know-it-all

Stick to the rivers and lakes you used to, don't fuck with the waterfall

[Verse 7: PMD]

Ayo, I don't care unless the game change

Don't ever try to erase my name, and I find a rapper slain

Lay dead in a train, laced with cocaine

You know the M.O., still writin' like I'm shoppin' a demo

So fuck a limo, we blowin' out mics with our mens, yo

Still crack your back, still snappin' necks

Still all up in Chase Manhattan, with the E-Dub, cashin' checks

Hoodie on and black, with the gat, that go splat

For any nigga that wanna jump up and act like he that cat

Get your shit pushed back, when I'm (What?), heidy ho

So leave me alone when I'm ridin' low, slidin' slow

Chronic'ed out off the Cali 'dro

Mic Doc and E-Dub in your grill, lettin' you know

I definitely hold my man down and he holds me

Pumpin' Ghost's CD, The Lox, Jadakiss is where it should be

So when our crew strikes, they strike proper

When they start sprayin' shit to fuck up

Fuck callin' the cops, call in the ghetto chopper

I'm nice with mine, precise with mine

When I cop jewels to floss, yo, I cop ice with mine