Intro (sampled):

Calling the police, calling the g men
Calling all americans to war on the underworld

All I need is money, and Im getting that money tonight

Verse one: lil fame

Lets take a slide through the ill side of town with this b-boy
Watch out for jake, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everydays a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three gs and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on hopkinson
Thats why this +downtown swinga+
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
That make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
Its only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo-fo will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these new york desperadoes
Well bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz

Chorus:

Yo what up? aint nothin; is it real? yeah son
Whats todays mathematics nigga? stick to ya gunz!
Whats the word? aint nothin; is it real? yeah son
Whats todays knowledge of self? stick to ya gunz!

Verse two: billy danze

The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo-fo desert eagle
Nigga, that shit is diesel!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I aint gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently I move violently
Me, aint no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave
If it happen the squads cappin, Im in the mix
And Id rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. billy danze, and Ill work you with a mini cannon
Holdin it down its the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns

Chorus: repeat 2x

Verse three: kool g. rap

Aiyyo, I represent queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put m-16s in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
Its blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that Im clutchin
Puffin like cess but thats the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
Well be three niggaz whos clappin but we aint applaudin you motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Aint gotta go rush to toys r us to get you cabbage patch kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a ak cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns

Chorus: repeat 2x