[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
You roll a hundred n***as deep but not one of ya got a gun
I bust one shot, you see a hundred n***as run
Dressed in all black Gore-tex, with four TECs
We all war vets, I’m takin all bets to see who can score next
I burn you like raw sex, you just a small threat
Wit' a small set, so forfeit, I'm out for more checks
Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, I'mma walk this
I'm worthless, I'm back to sellin' cracks behind the churches
I hurt this when I work this, I’ll beat you fuckin' senseless
'Cause sleepin' on the benches got me swingin' at the fences (Word up, kid)
I bring it down like gravity with a ghetto mentality
To feel the agony of the Afficial Nastee Armee strategy

[Verse 2: Greg Valentine]
The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
I put n***as to rust when my gun bust and plus you get rushed
And when the pressure’s on you just bitch up
If you had plans on conquering this, you need to switch up
Get up!
N***a you shoulda got up
Obey my orders cause shit like that’ll leave you shot up (Yeah)
It’s a dead man’s party, leave your body at the door (Yeah)
Unlawful entry, my introduction to the century (Yeah!)
An entity is what I plan to be in the industry (yeah), enemies in my vicinities
Get assassinated like a Kennedy, my gat's the foolproof remedy
[Verse 3: Sonsee]
It’s Sonsee, black, I’m pullin' ya bad news out the pocket of my khaki’s
Attack me you get splashed; Afficial Nastee back me
So what the fuck is wrong with your dumb ass? (I don't know)
Trying to put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast
This rap industry can do without ya
But I’ll haul off and smack the dog shit out ya
Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging the deal
It’s cloggin' up what? The blood he didn’t spill
It’s massive, disastrous, plenty closed caskets
And as this world turn we burn crews to ashes
N***as tanks is empty, so get gassed up and smashed up
That’s my word! Come with that bullshit and that’s that ass, (Yup)

[Hook 8X]
Getto mentalitee

[Verse 4: J Mega]
I trash n***as who can’t speak what I’m sayin'
All City, Mega bomb (blah!), I ain’t playin'
Just slayin' emcees and makin n***as freeze with all these lyrics for me to squeeze
N***as, please, don’t test me, just let me be with my city
Nastee, Officially keepin' n***as wit' me to hit me with the Ballantine 40’s
And bag the bad shorties
I got drafted, because the fuckin' Armee caught me
And it’s all out war, n***as fall out for reasons now known
Check this shit, I got the illest (uh), the realist (uh), hard for kids to kill this (Uh)
Until it’s, my turn to fall I’ma fill this brick wall to keep the crabs out of my sector
Injector, and I’m correct the J Mega
[Verse 5: Panama P.I.]
The hell with wounds, I won’t leave a scratch to patch
This is war, way worse than a grudge match (Fuck that!)
Big P.I., no one’s bolder, a universal solider
Chump, shoulda listen when I told ya
I'm ill, like Fire Marshall Bill, insane
Flip, squash and kill, lyrics burn like acid, baby
Born in the gutter, buck wild, far from butter
A bugged thug, I used to mug with the rug cutter (Yeah)
Rugged and raw, ready for some hardcore
More mighty than Thor, always aiming for a faggot jaw (Yeah)
So hard rocks that’s fillin’ flocks, clear the block (Yeah)
My mic’s a Glock, I keep plenty styles in stock
The way emcees react when I attack
Get me away from him, he’s a maniac

[Verse 6: Sticky Fingaz]
It's a conspiracy, I've been framed
They call me "N***a" so much, startin to think it's my name
Light skinned and ashamed (yeah), cuz way back in the days
They raped my grandmother's mothers, when they was enslaved (Fucked up)
They hung my grandfather if he misbehaved
But my ancestors was brave and most of them real
Stronghard black sweaty slaves workin' in the fields
400 years later, I learned about my roots
And how they traded in they white sheets, for badges and blue suits
So I’m taking recruits to set the fuckin' score right and start a fight
A fight, a n***a and a white
And if the n***a don’t win then we all jump in
[Hook to fade]