[Verse 1: Scarface]
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag
Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes
A real n***a, won't hesitate to clap fools
Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at
Cock back, squeeze, and put 'em where your face at
The nerve of you n***as, believin' I'ma play games
You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names
{*blam*} you pussy, {*blam*} cause you a black Jew
Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you
And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is
And hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here
It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the n***as who disrespected the Jordan
I'm not a pop n***a, fuck what radio say
Fuck what video do, but this is all day
Hood n***a, I ain't gotta show you what my life like
Cause you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike
I ain't a house n***a scum like you fools is
I was bred, born, and raised in this true shit
[Hook]
Funny how a n***a get caught up in all the glamour
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish
A declaration of a war and it's a warning
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

[Verse 2: Willie D]
Aight, let's get serious
Fuck the rap game I'm the realest n***a, period
If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes
Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes
It's on if you got beef
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha
While your label only behind you greasin' his dick
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked
Willie D is the n***a that'll bloody your clothes
Don't think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Ho"
I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo' ass
In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth
[Verse 3: Bushwick Bill]
Aight n***a
Stab him in the leg, in the chest
In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty
And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody
Bust him in the ass 'til he's still
I'm Chuckwick, bitch, your Achilles heel
A short n***a quick to give a tall ass whoopin'
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn
Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya

[Hook]
Funny how a n***a get caught up in all the glamour
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish
A declaration of a war and it's a warning
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that