Verse 1:

I am on that New Era Yankee
one size fits all
ready to ball
while seeing all you niggax fall

6 foot 3 inches tall
watching you crawl
when you hear that yes yes yall
you shit no stall

deep within the game
like stains in your drawls
playing niggax like spidey
climbing up walls

a villian forever chilling
top billing
more Wicked than your women infants and your children

bitch slapping cats illing
for real no feeling
left in your hearts
cuz of that bitch shit
you was kicking

I constantly move to stick when
I am on a mission
never caught off guard
never been a victim

too real for that
too rugged too raw
spitting that acid type shit
burning straight thru ur core

1st Degree 2nd Degree I can afford
to make niggaz trying to test

Run Back 2 Da Lord

Verse 2:

Its mad hard to tell
the way you fell
then got jailed

talking tough now
will get you sent thru the mail

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
should've played the role homey
but you talked to much

thought you would get out
on that Frank White shit
until them wolves came thru
and put the snif to your snitch

Now all you got is shame
attached to your name
no respect for your fam
you showed none to the game

now you just another angel
in theoutfield
goody to-shoe-rapper
who died with a mouth filled

old lessons to be learned by
you new bills
that I will snatch quick fast
if you don't chill

cuz dudes these days
are too fucking virtual
beefing behind the scenes
where who's really hurting who

making videos acting
displayingyou hard
until I came with that flame
leaving ur remains chard

I keep my shit live
cuz it aint that hard
to see if a nigga really
true indeed with that heart

until i shank it out
then expose it to the Gods
leaving BK stains
on ur whole fucking squad

Its Brooklyn's Own
who's too rugged to raw
spittin that acid type shit
burning straight to your core

1st Degree 2nd Degree I can afford
to make niggaz trying to test

Run Back 2 Da Lord