[Sample]

[Verse 1: Sean Price]

Flash Yvette in the sket pimp

Jazz Jeff and the Fresh Prince

Ring, on my finger give you fuckers a fresh dent

Gloved up, you fucked up looking for fresh prints, P!

Prince popped in Purple Rain

I, got tons of songs embalmed in my own brain

Coming from a serious mind

Curious George, ape-like, taking your shine

Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape

Dismember a nonmember entering my estate

Bloody the guns, money

Crowd striker, now cypher studyin' 120

P's true and living

I'm trying to add on but the piece do division

Mono the big shit

85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips, P!

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

I slide by spraying some big shit

I'm Ready to Die, get a feeling I'm playing some B.I.G. shit

And it's a wig shot whenever the cig hit

It sound good in them songs, but you never did shit

Eastside, May Block, you know where we from

When niggas got outta pocket my heat rung

We ain't squashing shit, we catch the body then the beef done

A rap nigga run his mouth, then I'ma smack his teeth from 'em

I work hard, I'll snuff you, fuck 'em

I'm a hustler, soft raw fluffer

I take a R&B bitch, I raw dog fuck her

Sean Price and Demond Price, I'm P's long lost brother

That G work, I'mma put it in fast

But if I want a nigga spilt I just put up the bag

Know what it mean when that jack boy pull up his mask

A hollow tip bullet'll blast

It's The Machine bitch

[Verse 3: Guilty Simpson]

Homicide, Murder, 45 burner

I provide my service with the tide turners

Send 'em to the lord when the points score

Got his family at the morgue with a ouija board

A lot of rappers out CB4

So I hit 'em with the hammer

This verse could get me in the slammer

Gladiator something like the Spaniards

Do my work off camera

I talk damage, my words hurt

You petty hustlers serve dirt

Meanwhile, my people make it happen where the birds chirp

And bring it home like the 3rd verse

Snub, with the granulated gloves and a ski mask

Snatch a clown out his E class

For thinking life is a Dreamcast

For you, its life or death

Me, I'm working the speed bag

[Verse 4: Lil Fame]

For every shell dropped

It's a nigga sitting in the cellblock

Or a nigga stiff up in the mug from a headshot

I show these bitches what the business is

I ain't never hide from nobody besides Jehovah's Witnesses

I'm God's Child, yeah I'm on that shit

But I still walk through hell like I own that bitch

I had you staring down that barrel, put the work in

'Cause when you entertain clowns, you become part of the circus

Fizzy unfuckwithable, untouched

Never needed a co-sign, nigga I'm enough (Talk to 'em!)

I ain't hearing you little rap fuckers (Talk to 'em!)

Fuck rap I bare slap fuckers (C'mon)

Beware rap fuckers I kamikaze the booth

(MO-P; bang, bang!) I shower posse the booth

From the essence of real niggas (Brownsville)

You're now in the presence of real niggas

Fuck with us!