[Intro: Ace Rothstein (Robert De Niro)]
You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
It’s Ill Bill the abominable, I’m sicker than vomit in food
Osama Bin Laden of goons, you're my line of abuse
You don’t overstand me, homie, you not in my shoes
You not built for these weapons I use
The most focused, La Coka Nostra overthrow culture
Murder monarchs, overdosage of my murder mosh parts
Hard like hitting cars with bazookas
Been the future, crucial maneuvers confusing to the usual consumers
Who you fooling? The people are restless
You’re like a Judas Priest molester being castrated screaming for vengeance
At the cathedral bleeding appendages rendered offensive
Medical attention denied, you bled and you died
Nowadays kids pose on the front page of the newspaper
Holding automatic assault rifles
We’ll send you to God, we’re all lifers
Contradictory at times we all devils and we all righteous
[Hook: Everlast x 2]
Hey young world, streets are cold
They’re washed in blood, not paved in gold
Once they get a grip can’t break your hold
A walk with the devil can’t save your soul
[Verse 2: Tha Rockness Monstah]
You’ll be everywhere like air
Every year you should see me
Industry in the streets, anywhere but your TV
This little attempted murder case couldn’t keep me
I still be overseas like black graffiti
But a diss after death, don’t get it twisted
With red cause I look so good in it, go get your biscuit, bitches
If you don’t like it or love it, ain’t gotta like it, I love it
We can fight, I like punching you niggas’ lights out in public
The sight of a lot of your blood’s like a stop sign
And when I’m done I’m like, “Ugh, fucked up my Nike Ones.”
It’s Mr. Monster, Mad Rocko, pop toast
Pop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time, homes
Worldwide boot camping your champion
Mac 4s branch in charge of them cannons
Exactly street hands that are blamming and training the animals with the flammables
While y’all niggas all romantical bitches
[Hook x 2]
[Verse 3: Slaine]
In the cauldron of chaos and violence I’m conditioned with this vicious habit
Broken dishes, liquor bottles in my kitchen cabinet
Empty baggies, pill residue, prescription plastic
You’re witnessing the withdrawal of a twitching addict
These streets is like a twisted labyrinth
I’m dripping liquid in the glass, pour it from the bottom of a fifth of Havoc
In the midst of madness I switched it and spat it
Crinkle paper dripping and lyrics scrawled cryptic and scattered
Alright, I’m alright, I'm just a savage, hustling and switching rackets
So I can stay a step ahead of all you snitching maggots
Of course I’m shooting to live rich and lavish
But your outfit ain’t about shit, we’re cut from a different fabric
The sin is addict, it’s cinematic, I been erratic
Since I heard the corner call and went and had a glimpse
I hopped the fence and hit the ground running when I fell
Now I dwell in purgatory just a block away from Hell
[Hook x 2]
[Verse 4: Sean Price]
I keep fighting war, I keep writing raw
Classic shit updated, Street Fighter 4
You's a sucker for love that keep wife and whores
Drive an Acura Integra, so ‘94
I’m so shiny boy you can look at the watch
Don’t look too long duke, you might get shot
Gun blast, bullets rubbing your bones
Shoot a guy in a suit and tie, nigga, I am Brother Mouzone
Ain’t nobody fucking with mine
David Paterson can’t see so you know we rob the government blind
Stuck in the grind, niggas still hustling dimes
Hustling dubs, dude that get you stuck for your shine
Rugged is prime, you are a thing of the past
Leader of the new school, I did my thing in the class, P
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