[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & DJ Green Lantern]
The block gettin' money, everybody gettin' a piece of it
Twelve K a day, just imagine how we can get
Papi show us love, we get the numbers that the Ricans get
Twenty to a block, the more we cop the more we [?]
(Y'all n***as not fuckin' with this)
Who always hatin', who always claimin' he ain't eatin' shit
(You know that)
Sooner or later, you know that police'll hit
Information being told, the question is who leakin' it?
Nosy neighbors in their windows, always peepin' shit
(Mack)
We hustle out of crack spots with no heat in it
The only heat you get, is the one on your hip
(The Evil Genius)
In case stick up boys run in your shit
Or, cops run in your spot, pull out they Glocks
(State Prop)
Kick in the door, make everybody get on the floor and scream

[Interlude: DJ Green Lantern]
(Get—, get—, get down)
Get down

[Verse 2: Peedi Crakk & DJ Green Lantern]
[?], esta bien, I probably got to body him
[?] spots that I be poppin' in
(Peedi)
Bet he think I'm sweet 'cause I ain't put one in his head yet
He ain't know I'm eatin', I ain't tryna see the Feds yet
Know they on a n***a dick, see me in a red 'Vette
Twenty five, no job and always where the bread at
Know I got my mind right a n***a ain't, dead yet
Or could it be Allah's [?], 'cause I fear that
State Strizzy, fo' Prizzy, gotta wear that
Watchin' n***as close 'cause I don't know where they head at
Better be a n***a I don't even expect
It'll probably be some little mami I was fiendin' to sex
Hands all on her butt, 'bout to bust that nut
[?] weaklin' n***a run up screamin'
(Get— get—, get down)
[Verse 3: Oschino & DJ Green Lantern]
The block doin' numbers, everybody want a piece of it
760 BM, paid for, no leasin' it
N***as want war, no problem, street sweepin' it
Operation shut down, n***a, [?] 'em
(Oschino)
[?] can't stop won't stop like Young Neef and 'em
Prada, Escada, Louis Vuitton, Gucci sneak'n 'em
Roc-a-Wear, S Dot's, State P fleecin' 'em
No we not hurtin' the game, we deceasin' 'em
(Haha)
[?] everybody know [?]
Watches on the wrist got chains like Amistad
(Shh)
Whole squad blue like it's one of Osama bombs
B5 robberies, one jack and two homicides
Cops creepin' up, tryna catch me on my blindside
Judge [?] screamin'
(Get—, get—, get—)
Get down

[Outro: Beanie Sigel]
B Mac is back
P-Public Enemy number fuckin' 1
Who shot ya, ya bitch ass n***a?
*DJ scratches*

[Interlude: Beanie Sigel]
Stop, chill
Relax, and let this n***a Sigel flow
It's been a long time, I shouldn't a left you
Without a rhyme about a .9 and what the TEC do
South Philly, North Philly
West Philly, m—, m—
Motherfuckers, kill at will