[Intro]
Yo, yeah shit is real right now ya know what I'm sayin'?
Who the n***a, motherfuckin' Cormega
Queensbridge, that's Q.B
Uptown, Connecticut, n***as is settin it
Tone Touch, you just don't give a fuck
What n***a? Far Rock', Iraq, to Southside
Son we gon' show these n***as
Yo, yo, what?

[Verse]
N***as recognize the method I perfected rhymin
Rappers insecure, verbally I'm jeapordizin
Check the way that I be exercisin
My pen work for me for years, it's death-defyin (ooh!)
You know the saga, the drama
The Queensbridge Kingpin, 'Mega Montana
To Touch I pledge allegiance, drugs sold for many reasons
Some for prestige, others they only way of eatin (no doubt)
My n***as pray to be in, a better life
We had plans to bag grams and get ahead at night (what?)
I fuck with officialist, thugs that hit you wit
Cop killer dum-dum shit, your whole shit is split
Livin this life, drippin in ice (uh)
Holdin my position like pimpin, write a composition
Trife uhh I'm takin mines like in Perry Mason times
Any attempt to stop me (check this) you wastin times
I could blaze a nine or infilitrate the line between paper
Rhymes like solidified white rock, shopped in eighty-nine
Rhyme for Beemers, Rovers, overachievers
Hold a heater to them other cultures, who deceive us
Blunted on a wanted poster with a golden millimeter
You think it ain't real? Check me on my next re-up, BEOTCH!
[Outro]
What n***a? Who could fuck with this?
What? Hahahah
Mobb Deep, C-N-N n***a, Shan
Nas n***a, Poet, Kamikaze, Killa Kid
Nature, what? Q-B nation n***a
Back together, haha