[Big Pun]
   Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
   From git-go, yo yo
  
   Aiyyo it's such a shame
   all these dick riders tryin to corrupt the game
   But what it bring, nuttin but pain
   and one in your fuckin brain
   Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin
   I'm still violent I've been waitin for this moment
   like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer
   Hyper than hype, when fightin to fight
   It's like, tonight is the night
   And I ain't even tryin to let a nigga slide
   I've been dyin to get a gat
   I dared to try now prepare to die
   I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any
   soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
   I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact
   Fully backed by bullies who be peelin caps
   I sack the rapper like li-nebacker, play my rhyme backwards
   you can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
   Things get drastic, Express for my plastic
   I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick
  
   Chorus: Pete Rock
  
   Grab ahold cause you never heard a
   verbal murder like this
   Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
   Every cat wanna be enormous
   Plottin on the next one
   Murder one (repeat 2X)
  
   [Noreaga]
   Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like The Color Purple
   My niggaz comin through and still hurt you
   Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs
   We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's
   Don't really care bout y'all, really hear bout y'all
   Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut
   let the phone ring, Pete Rock connect team
   From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thuggin it
   Snatchin niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin it
   Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot
   Yo it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit
   Yo so bust what happen, remember the unknown's a clap-man
   Cat stackin, move out the hood that's in Manhattan
   Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded
   Yo the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
   Yo I heard son, son is rockin iceberg Dunn
   Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would
   Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden
   Yo the Senator, crime sinister, John Dillinger
   Better respect my words or I'm the minister
   What??
  
   "Verbally I catch bodies"
   "Let's seperate the men from the boys" -> Guru
   "Verbal attack" -> Cappadon
   "Big Pun" -> Punisher, "Noreaga" -> Nore, "Pete Rock"
   "Common s-s-s-sSense" -> Com
  
   [Common]
   Yo, we just begun the story, Com Pun and Nore
   Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me
   I'm after the day of judgment I'm still before the
   jury, explainin why I was in a gun orgy
   He was FUCKIN wit me, I ain't no duckin emcee
   With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me
   This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be
   My Appetite for Destruction is finnicky
   He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
   Rocked Adidas but he had no stripes
   I could tell in high school that he had no fights
   Hold dick better than he hold mics, he spiked his punchlines
   with current events, called for backup
   like one time when he heard it was Sense
   that deliver words with intents to kill
   Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel
   I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back
   Fucker thought I was Abstract, now his life is backtracked
   In the center of the party his crew identified the body
   Left him signin the wait-list sayin, "I can't take this
   fake shit" (echoes)
  
   Yo..
   Yo!
   Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight
   Get it straight