(Verse 1)
What you looking for? 5 Mics?
With 5 n***as and 5 types?
Them n***as sharp so prepare for when the night strikes
They got me living hungry so when life bites;
I bite back- in order to survive trife nights
In the City of Brotherly Love, motherly hugs
Thuggardly slugs, it all troubles me 'cause:
I boss n***as, plus getting in The Source n***as
Of course n***as, Committee men floss n***as
A slave to the rhythm like I'm Kunta Kinte
Tim J. He spend pay, you got that? ¿Comprende?
Any disagreement with that: we peel guys;
And yet still rise, breaking them down 'till they're grill-sized
We get a mic-check, me and Mike S
With some shit up in your stomach that you can't digest
So why test? She laughing at the way I dress
Well go ahead, chicken head; with your leg, thigh, breast!
You hate to see us, in the street; on the corner, looking fly
Dice games, n***as betting, sipping on a Crooked I
I could go on for days...but I'd rather not
Tim J. out the park so what the next batter got?

Verse 2 (El-Drex)
Yo, yo, the young prodigy, ??? the nation lies inside of me
Ride with me, logically, God is on the side of me
N***as spotted me so I crack heads like pottery
Y'all gang stories is made-up like cosmetology
Honestly, if you needed guns you shoulda got with me
Technology that kills these n***as off silently
Visuality: see the hundred-million-dollar me
Commodity, spending cash like I won the lottery
One me, the place where none be, the young guns be
Like Solomon Grundy, I keep a four-fifth in my ??? undies
So you can get funny; try to fuck with my money? It's war now, Sonny
Drex treat hoes just like crash test dummies
In every city, I'm Capone; you Frankie Nitti
The Committee: far from gritty and never shitty
I'm from 2-5 so we can split it 50-50
There's a lotta haters out there--that wanna get me
Sissy, bust twenty shots and STILL miss me!
You piss-weak, ???? vital
So when I bust off slugs I wear one glove like Michael
It's 5 ????
Fuck 5 dykes in 5 nights, 5 brothers on type
Eat your whole squad in 5 bites
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(Refrain x2)
What's the deal between you and them cats up in the rear?
Guzzlin' beer with 24's in the air
Running these streets of life, with no care
No fair: pure greedy and don't share
Look, the stash here; they told em' cash here
Did a cashier for his feta last year
That could've been my momma, dressed in cashmere
Just the thought of that make me want to shed a tear
I'm just more anxious ???
But we gon' lay low until the coast is clear

Verse 3 (Kurupt)
Yo, yo, yo, I strike like lightning! It's quite frightening
N***as is spying on the iron tight
You popping pistols? I'm launching missiles
The teflon brigade's busting at the barricades
I'm Young Gotti Valentino, Vietnam rhyme
Neutron, napalm, Teflon Don!
Of course Ima keep rocking till' I go hoarse
Double 4's in case you're tripping 'cross the sauce
Now why you wanna go against the grain? Against The Source? Of course, now you know I'm forced
To come through and scorch like tongues and hot sauce:
Tabasco, calculating like Castro...cause a motherfucking fiasco
Ladies I lasso and let em' wrestle in my castle
Cause that's my homie Big Dave: Big Dave Mays
Major like Willy Mays in the ???
Tell em' I don't play when I say they'll feel a jolt
Cause I strike mics like lightning bolts
Outro (Kurupt)
Dedicated to The Source, 5 Mics
Dedicated to The Source, I want 5 Mics
Dedicated to The Source, I want 5 Mics, Dedicated to The Source, How many? 5 Mics, Dedicated to The Source, what? 5 Mics
Dedicated to The Source, I want 5 Mics
Dedicated to The Source, I want 5 Mics