[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yea, it's the Talk Of New York, n***a
This is gang bang music

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Guns, razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and Crips ain't cuzz
You got neutral n***as, Latin Kings and [?]
With this jail and street shit, it's all the same
All you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make yo ass insane
N***as comin' home from bids not actin' the same

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Yo who the illest in recent memory? mention me heavily
On these streets and penitentiary spit every breathe of me
Only couple n***as out there runnin' neck and neck with me
I'ma be on top regardless faggot, put that on everything
Load the track like a gat to me
Don't let me cock it, I'm a opportunist, rap, sell it, [?] the profits
Yeah rap the new drug game, I rob the workers
We on the block killin' 'em baby the music is murda
And every year that go by you know it only get worse, it only better, we clap a standin' ov' for the chedder, yeah
They keep thinkin' that life's a opera
Do dirt, get caught, sing to them coppers
Call me a hood janitor, I move with the sweeper and don't get it twisted homie, yeah I'm good with the beaters
That's what the heat for
Here to de-ice you
We don't even know you yeah and we don't like you
[Chorus: Tony Yayo & Prodigy]
Guns, razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and Crips ain't cuzz
You got neutral n***as, Latin Kings and [?]
With this jail and street shit, it's all the same
All you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make yo ass insane
N***as comin' home from bids (Yea) not actin' the same

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Duns is sons if you [?] you pussy
Hardbodyest thug, [?] [?] jewelry
The bells is the cops
[?] is crack
[?] is the coke
And Michael's is smack, up top is New York
Down bottom is the South, La La Land is Cali where they catch you hangin' out
In the sun, in the fun like aything good, get'chu valuables and life and eything took
Back home to QB
Ya mean Queensbridge, drinkin' daily in your memory that St. Ides kid
Smokin' that piff that's purple haze
That's weed that's mixed with a lil morphine that's dope
That's word to my kids, I kill
Even if you just wan' fight, my bullshit is real
All my lil mans is feenin' for me to promote 'em
To a higher rank than where they at the moment
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Guns, razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and Crips ain't cuzz
You got neutral n***as, Latin Kings and [?]
With this jail and street shit, it's all the same
All you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make yo ass insane
N***as comin' home from bids not actin' the same