[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & Young Chris, Both]
Ayo J-A-D-A, Pinkett or Kiss
No matter how I look at him, I think of a chick
No matter how I switch it up, think of a actor
Can't stick to the script I’ma give him a clip
Styles died on a holiday (Right)
Kiss die on a Holiday, (Geah) shots like first of year (Uh-huh)
On ya’ block like first of month, you get shot from the front to the rear
Got Glocks in the back of the trunk, got pumps on the back of the seat
Young punks on the back of the street
AK’s in they hand, they let the latest movie edit they life
I keep the latest Uzi ,b>letting off pipes, that’s gangsta
I’m in a class all by myself, on they ass all by myself, that’s danger
You want a war, n***a? that’s what it is
Full-metal jackets dressing ya’ kids

[Verse 2: Young Chris & Beanie Sigel & Young Chris]
They screamin' D-Block like they ready die today
I clip Hood, rest of the clip for Holiday and
Jada gon’ hate us ‘till his ass buried but Yonkers want no more drama, ask Mary
Be for real
You ain’t a real homie, all my real homies know it’s D for real
Mouthpiece for all y’all
Mac cooked his beef, that loss Kiss took speaks for all ya'll
Man they all broads, I got something fresh out the box [?] [?] tempt me I let ‘em all off
Cut at you haters
J Hood play G and be in debt, homie, just like Jada
[Verse 3: Neef Buck & Young Chris, Both]
Grip the raw, rip him up, if he fall ,b>pick him up, if he draw hit him up, that’s how he worshipping me
Blood in blood out like American Me
Slug in slugs out ya’ tee, a throw-back jersey (Uh)
I throw back straight you throw back curves, chump (Uh)
I throw back K’s you throw back words (Chump)
So what you saying dog, it’s war, you want me to spell it out?
W-A-R, S, Us and double ARs
Flow switch like clips and every bit of 16 (Uh-huh)
Had a bid when I was barely sixteen (Uh)
Used to spit 16s up the block with 60 (Uh-huh)
Now I spit 16s off the top of 60

[Verse 4: Freeway & Young Chris, Both]
Yo, I don’t care who you are (Yea)
Or care who you think you is, offer salat ‘till I’m close to Allah (Uh)
Send you closer to Allah, the K back center ya’ kids, split wigs, rip holes through ya’ car (Woah)
You think you got your people scarred, that’s what it is
I rap with the kids, ay prick you better chilly chill
Plenty gats, plenty stacks, bricks from the eses
Run up on you and plug you like Pepe
While you seeing ya’ chick, 16 in a clip
Everywhere I go, keep my steel (Uh)
And y’all just rapping
Y'all ain’t tryna move it up, bang it out, keep it real ‘cause
If we banging out (Banging out)
Ain't no hanging out (Hanging out)
George Foreman style, heat your grill
Gats Allah gave us locked and load (Geah!)
Shake rattle and roll (Geah!)
‘Till you fall in shape, listen prick
I brought my K to NY through three tours
Extended the clip, Freeway I’m causing ya’ wake (Yea)
50 in the butt, one in the -ick (Oh!)
You can get it all in the face
Licking...