[Bun B:]
When I step in the spot, motherfuckers say “who that? ”
Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it
and screw that You hatin’ on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand Get out my mix man,
just go’ get you stuck Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix,
man (damn!) No tricks, man, those is for kids Cushion,
my cigar, and hoes in the crib Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin’ with da so you know what it is
I’m sittin on the fours that clack
Comin’ down candy in the golden ‘lac
We gettin’ to the money like it’s goldman sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back… let’s go!
[Nas:]
Look who crept in with automatic weapons,
reppin’ qb till the death of him That nigga that inspired lyrical
tyrants like kanye west and em Track record goes back to “the essence”,
smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I’m nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, I pass it, you gaspin’
for breath and you die fast
But I’m like a gastric bypass?,
actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain’t grow a day old yet my brain grow,
cocaine white range rov’ Tats on my body like an art exhibit,
I did real good for a private nigga Was once a bacardi sipper,
now it’s chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers Guns in compartments hidden,
I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings,bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food’s digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are techs that’ll bust louder than the noise that
I just spit Let’s get one thing straight that my crown ain’t for testin’…
testin’ Chop heads off like king henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
I’m a king in this thing, don’t be dumb Been in this shit since ’91
Niggas can’t fuck with the style I use Your fate is sealed,
no heidi klum Calm now, was a wylin’ dude, studied cowards that made power moves
Watched wild planet seen lions devour food, you can say that’s how
I move A monster nigga, and I don’t really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga wayne, let them niggas hate
Or like my nigga drake say “we ain’t got time to respond to niggas”
[Shyne:]
I’m a villain, I’m a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I’m a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin’ over gotham
Blood Game 5, it’s that Blood Game 5 But green is the bottom line
I run this town I ain’t gon lie They running out they aint gon fire
They acting like they ain’t gon die Until I let them llamas fly
