[Intro: Noreaga & Fredro Starr]
Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Southside Queens shit (Afficial Nast', word up!)
South Bronx shit, huh (Yo, Big Pun, Noreaga, what the deal?)
(Afficial Nast' in here, yo)

[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Noreaga]
This is it now, you get shut down
Afficial Nast' got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, Big Pun holding' it down
This is it now, you get shut down (Yo, aiyyo)

[Verse 1: Noreaga]
I smoke weed from housing pa, Phillies is hot one
N***as beta stop dunn or catch a hot one
I'm like the "Top Gun", Mohawk shit, rock my hat back
As long you don't fuck with Onyx, then you safe in Iraq
I like to dubba, all of my n***as, we tear the cover up
From Iraq to Baltimore we do a song
Keep the shit fuckin' ghetto like a hood see-saw
So what-what? Fuckin' dick, what's the recall for?
Yo, every other week you got a brand new law
Yo, them crackheads not, knowing, what to do wit they time
That's why they really wanna focus on Iraq crime
So what-what? Fuck you, n***a, yo, we taking shine, yeah
[Verse 2: Sonsee]
Shut 'em down, second wave desert BX style
We rep wow, up close, hoes be ya mom's dead child
Fucked up like blowing fed trial, it's set now
Get blown down, you sped pow — exile
My cartel drop shells, burn a 100 L's
You frail, we raise hell, you, n***as, get blazed well
You get closed now, hosed down, verbal semi-mad a cap
With a Henny habit, I murk any static
Like a madman going Postal-Postal
Touch mics, froze you, fuck it, son, I Gosu

[Verse 3: Fredro Starr]
Word up, I'm not a killa, I just bust a lot
Run in the spot with a rusted Glock, then I bust a shot
It's not a game, don't be in it for life
Shit is hot, son, send 'em to Christ, surrender ya ice
Criminal life is dangerous ill, trained to kill
In the stainless steel, your brain spilled
The game is real, you playing wit death
Got grimy n***as that'll label you West and lay you to rest
South Suicide wake the dead, hate is spread
Spread three eights and let it raise ya head
Jail bound eternally hell bound
22 shots of shell round, rock ya head in the ground
[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Noreaga]
(So what-what?) This is it now, you get shut down
Afficial Nast' got the whole game locked down
(So what-what?) Noreaga, Big Pun holding' it down
This is it now, you get shut down (Shut down, shut down)

[Verse 4: Big Pun]
Yo, I'm the livest n***a alive, watch me show you
I'll blow your head of your shoulders, your own mother won't know you
My squad is supernatural, don't make me blast you with a Ruger capsule
My crew will catch you and trap you inside of Koopa's Castle
I turn ya to Zeus' statue like Medusa's looking at you
Produce the future raps or subtract you like dudes in math do
I'm always moving past you, even when I use the bathroom
Wipin' my asshole with pages straight out the book of Matthew
I'm looking at you with my third optical vision
I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman
Now I'm locked in position, ready to rock with conviction
Chewbacca's descendant hitting you with cosmical weapons
You might as well listen, 'cause you out of suggestions, out of submission
If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
Peace to Onyx, I miss 'em for they knowledge and wisdom
Pay homage and listen to hip-hop's newest and most violent addition

[Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz]
Yeah! Sticky Fingaz! I'm still alive!
That mean the greatest rapper of all time ain't never died!
I'm underground — too hard for the radio!
MTV won't even play my video!
They scared to death, motherfuckuz tryin' to ban me
I'm the one who told Ol' Dirty to shut down the Grammy's
(Shut down!) You think that they can get with me, Stick
I burn all o'ya, I don't care if Puffy do your remix
I'm crazy, runnin' up in Def Jam with a handgun
Fuck a royalty, I'ma hold Russell for ransom
I'll make you sleep where the worms do
I couldn't care less if you ate shit and died and turned blue
N***as like us gonna bring the game back
There's so many wack rappers out here, I don't know where to aim at
I swear to God ain't nobody touching me
Next time you see me, it's gonna be the last thing you ever see
[Chorus: Fredro Starr & Noreaga]
Word up, this is it now, you get shut down
Afficial Nast' got the whole game locked down
(So what-what?) Noreaga, Big Pun holding' it down
This is it now, you get shut down
(So what-what?) This is it now, you get shut down
Afficial Nast' got the whole game locked down
(So what-what?) Noreaga, Big Pun holding' it down
This is it now, you get shut down
(So what-what?)

[Outro: Fredro Starr]
"Shut 'em down, start the violence we whylin'-whylin'"
"Shut 'em down, start the violence we whylin'-whylin'"