[Intro: Drag-On]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Fuck y'all n***as talkin 'bout huh?
["It's Time I See You"]

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Get it right, you faggot n***as heard Suge Knight
Double R's the only n***as he respect and, y'all n***as shook right?
Y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
Wit two n***as downstairs with licensed guns to take y'all home
Scared ass n***as, you think they gon take a life so they can get life [nope]
Ask Puff they ain't tryin to hear that n***a
For no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
We make stones that say pay ya debt on your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
Handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta n***a, double R's hoodrat
The n***a they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit

[Verse 2: Cross]
Y'all bitches think the Ryders a joke, well I don't play [let's go]
I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh
Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way
I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse
[Verse 3: Infa-Red]
Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin' (Please I'm sorry)
I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin
It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
Hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
So stop frontin vegetarian, y'all scared of beef

[Verse 4: Eve]
Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridiculous
Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit
We comin and you keep runnin
You keep claimin you the best that done it
Pussy let me see somethin
Fake n***as screamin "Ryde or Die"
Same n***as we run up on and make 'em cry
Outta all the camps in this game, n***a
We the champs in this game
Who kick the real shit before the fame
Fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass n***as
Still play the hood while you ride past n***as
Coward trust me, we keep it gutter
Hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh

"It's Time I See You"
[Verse 5: Styles P]
Ayo, I ain't got a care in the world
Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin' your girl
And like, you ain't got a care in the world
I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun
And I'm back to smokin blunts to the head
My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest n***a out you outta know it by now
I'm the n***a that they talk about goin to chow
And my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
If you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells
The n***a to salute, the quickest to shoot
Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin you hell

[Verse 6: Sheek Louch]
What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw
Like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4
I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send n***as on vacation
Right in front of the radio station
Motherfuckers ain't quiet til the Tec go off
Arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit
I'm the motherfuckin hardest
I smack the shit out of any one of your artists
Whatever the label
Y'all n***as don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table
And I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box
Before any of y'all bitch n***as front on The LOX
What? Motherfuckers, c'mon
[Verse 7: Jadakiss]
Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest
If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
And I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildin
But I'm real I could rock both phones in the island
This is how we even the bets
I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
Everything got dubs on it, even the vets
50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets
Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin
When they start hurtin, that means they workin
Only way we comin is hard
Industry is like jail n***a, double R's runnin the yard, uh