East coast, west coast 
Same blood drippin
Same locs, still crippin
Same dope, pot whippin
I'm hop skip and jump away from mo chicken
Sick a sitting on this fucking bus
I'll bus a bus load of you fucking fucks 
You tough for what?
Cuz you fucking wit such and such
I'll beat you down and fuck up
Take you to your mother's house
And scold you while she make me lunch 
Colder as ive gotten older
Told that I hadda hunch 
Im back like I hadda Punch 
Hard as Mike
Hardest mic
Bitch you betta guard ya life
You nothing like the hardest type
I grew up where its was harder
Back when had Harlem hardest white
You could check the credits 
BIG said it in the font and type
That 151 i rep it right
This is light
Like let there be
You n***as light like feather, leaf
Leave or get broke like a levee
Very heavy in these streets
Like a maybach weight
Round ogs
Bumping James on the payback tape