[Jae Millz:]. I get kited till the haze gone. That's why my lungs look like they could be related to Grace Jones. You better check what the beat is sayin I'm like a stove on it. The Dark it ain't hard to see I'm far from a?. Harlem faggot fuck your past views. You think it's '89 the way niggas still snatch jewels. Plus niggas clap tools. And they'll have lead engraved in your skin like the ink they use for tattoos. Look I ain't one of them rap dudes who act rude. And yack about how much back in the day they gat blew. Nah homie I don't spit it I live it. Shit matter fact I do both witout even movin my pivot. I swear I wish I had a camcorder. So you could see how I go in booths and come out with charges of manslaughter. You motherfuckers prolly heard it befo. But just in case you dumb niggas ain't know.... [Papoose:]. I'm a four bar killa killa reflection in all ya'll mirrors. First Slay gave me breakfast now all ya'll dinner. Cause my shots wasn't for ya'll niggas. But it's enough room in the cemetery for all ya'll niggas. I carry the Mack Milli I don't play with toy guns. I raise M&M's like the Detroit slums. Thugacation Nation niggas avoid them. Brooklyn is the place we build and destroy from. Pull out the M-1 leave you and your boys done. Niggas thought I was 97 the way I point one. You can't compares us you here to fear us then plan the grammar. I'm the hand in hander blam the cannons I'm jamming hammers. Put a knot in back of his head just like a bandana. Niggas always want static that's why I pack an antenna. From New York Pap is a monster. I got a hundred guns and fifty clips half of 'em revolvers. [Canibus:]. Yo I put it to you so raw you prolly O.D. on the floor. That's what you get for disagreeing with God. The Lebron James Bond my aim with the arm is so long. That I could tag along with Socom. I spit to the beat flip like Swizz did to the beat. At sunrise I spit to the East. Niggas talk shit in the streets. When they bout to get released they ain't got no lip for the beast. Make you strip like police I point the heat. From the hip to get leverage if you more than four deep. Got a pistol grip hawk with a chrome beak. Shit is so deep I check to make sure it's no leaks. Lookin like Jada in the black Jaggari. Half Jag half Ferrari the valet saw me. Shorty wanna know how the flesh work what's under my sweatshirt. That's why I hit the gym till my chest hurt. Next year's summer I'm a kill a conjecture. For now I'm just a hustler tryna give you my best work. [Lord Tariq:]. Lord pimpin it's truest I really do this. Still amongst the realest and focused as a Buddhist. Notice how I stroke this quote it "I influence". The youngest to the oldest I'm Jesus to the Judas (huh). The reason the game done weakened the chain. They speakin my name they speak it in vain but they clueless. And when I reach for the thang they each wanna change. They speech and they claims But I'm a do this. Cock and squeeze on who wanna romp with me. Got G's on that (OOWEE) that'll stomp with me. By now you shoulda heard how the Feds wan get me. And how my bread long like the dreads on Ziggy. You're dead wrong silly I ain't tryna take nine shots. To sell records that there song's Fifty. I ain't doin time cause I'm good with crime. Sorry but that's how my crew is designed. Team Saga we chasin that agua that's the glory. You could see it on the E True Hollywood Stories. Bout how they hollerin for me blind how to endure me. But not witout profit surely you ridin for me (C'mon B). [McGruff:]. Yo the Fif will lift you so damn high up in the sky. Niggas prolly think you could fly. Niggas like you don't think you could die. Yap nigga's shines throw drinks in they eyes. Stick-up kids shoot it out like Billy The Kid. Shit I rap about is the shit I really done did. Shit you rap about is the shit you really don't live. You think the streets don't know you oh-so-fake. Lameass cornball namer hold no weight. You's a sucka in the hood bitch nigga I'm hood rich. Strippin all the good shit stay in some bullshit. Sprayin the full clip makin sure every bullet count. Bounce a couple bullets in ya mouth. Know where you rest at pull up at ya house. Wifey I bless that be pullin up her blouse. Holla at ya boy in ya cranberry exhaust. Beige interior pedal to the floor. Heavy on the bling Sean John velour. [Cory Gunz:]. When them shells pop out them twelves pellets whiz and they twist niggas. He filled mine with blanks said wassup till we switched blinkers. Thinkin I'm dumb but he don't know my 9 got a twin sister. Sixteen kids in her they hungry they skipped dinner. Squalie on that hollow tip diet ya gettin thinner. You know the difference now between a wild and a bitch nigga. The type that go to trial the other would rather skip nigga. Hard livin not knowin if your momma exist nigga. Started with the yellow radio on the block spittin. Everybody and they mother heard before Pop listened. I was on that Tupac and with Hova and Nas dissin. Each other it was hard cause both of them had caught my vision. I'm better than whatever rapper you bring in front of me. It's a lot of Jiggas and Pacs but it's only one of me. Don't nobody want it that's the reason I'm bored. Cause they buyin they ways into battles they cannot afford. Before I get at a nigga I go straight to the source. Shit I say make 'em get pen paper and a Thesaurus. The Militia they ain't got shit for us. I'll have a nigga runnin like Forest through a forest tryin to shake the Taurus. Like he holdin the torch. But him getting away is equivalent to a turtle outrunning a Porsche. Go straight through a nigga door with the four four. And the moss in my jacket if he chattin to the force. Then he gon get lost and we both drivin off. But the catch is his lips'll be taped to the exhaust. Of a four door Ford with multiple horsepowers. Ya label gotta be pussy cause they endorse cowards nigga