Marlon: "Yo it's, yo B"
   ("Chill chill Marlon, chill")
   Marlon: "Nah, yo, it's...I don't know this nigga B" ("Chill Marlon")
   Marlon: "Why yo yo, put that down B, I don't know you son!
   I DON'T KNOW YOU SON! HOLD UP HOLD UP!"
  
   *gunshots and screams*
  
   "I Links with the Cuban"
   "I'm hard to kill, for real nigga, guard your grill" [Cuban Link]
  
   [Cuban Link]
   Yo flipmode is how this nigga roll
   Finger on the trigger low
   Quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold
   Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls
   If you gotta go, you gotta go
   That's part of the show
   My heart is cold like Antarctica, nailin niggas like carpenters
   Stalkin the hardest squadrons
   Spark them from New York to Arkansas
   Watchin the projects how I got my logic
   Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit
   The only shit I pop is when my glock spit
   Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate
   Cuz the blocks are hotter than the fuckin tropics
   In topless bars, college girls with no bras
   My whole squad got blowjobs smokin Godfather cigars
   Live large like Scarface
   Parlay in a far place
   No car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space
   Safe in sound in my playground with my trey-pound
   Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around
   I lay it down for them non-believers
   Them non-achievein niggas that wanna be leaders but can never beat us
   Ya'll better greet us if you ever see us
   TS, Beatnuts, knuckle up but grab your mothafuckin heaters, word up
  
   "Slammin MC's on cement" [Nas]
   "The Beats and Nuts"
   "Got you froze like gunpoint" [Psycho Les]
   "It's the hard little pistol packin" [JuJu]
  
   [JuJu]
   It's the control freak, leave you wit a hole in your cheek
   Worst attitude in rap, Ju stay on the streets
   I gotta eat, the only thing I'm playin is keeps
   You beats cost a lot of money but they sound real cheap
   You sound weak, anemic like you get no sleep
   Fuckin with me, you outta your mind, get outta your jeep!
   Know I'm gonna beat you till the police come
   And tell niggas who the fuck I got that Rollie from (The Beats)
  
   [Psycho Les]
   Jump in the Pit
   Beatnuts fuckin up shit
   Ju hold my gun and the clip
   As I smoke one and spit
   Ammo over the piano
   For a man's show, you don't understand bro!
   You do, don't make me laugh at your ass
   Cuz you don't even know the HALF of the HALF!
   When I crash on the scene
   You know it's me and a bunch of crazy cats outta Queens
   So hide your shine, hold your bitch and stop smiling
   Beatnuts will never stop wildin
   Pit Fighting and rockwilding!
  
   "Common Sense gonna tell ya!"
  
   [Common]
   Picture a king
   Wit heater, holy book, and big rings
   Real niggas doin big things
   Interpreting dreams off of Jim Beam
   Ain't shit Sweet but Sixteens
   My gods got the block sewn to the inseem
   I'm on the other side tryin to get green
   So I fast at grass and ass at least a day
   War with self I battle the Middle Eastern way
   Bring heat like the months that's east of May
   Casted in the role and saw a new school nigga that knows the old
   G memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a Road
   Less Travelled, you rock but been through less gravel
   My mystique suggest battle, and what have you
   Rip a nigga from New York to west coast, Chicago
   Don't give a fuck where he from
   He'll get beat like a drum
   Till this rap goes numb, seekin the hot producer for circu-lation
   I strangled his string music and suffocate his drum
   Wanted to be a star until I seen I was the sun
   Got my weight up like Pun
   Improvise to get ass, emphasize to get past
   Fuck a mic check, I bring my flow in cash
  
   "Slammin MC's on cement"