Lyric

Shadow-

Smoke big blunts roll it like the Cubians 

And I got it on me puss boy I brought the Uzi in 

If you front, 

We bringing out the tooly and 

Shotty to your body cause you know we act a fool again

AR - 

Arsburg Pump , blackin like the Nubians if trynna run I walk up start to shoot again; Blood coughed up, delusional he loosing it vanish like Houdini in the P’s wit the hooligans 

Shadow- 

Is it real sun? Is it really real sun coming from the bridge and we rhyming in the Ville

What’s the deal son? Gotta keep it real son. Gotta get the money get the hundred dollar bills

AR- 

Stack breesh and chillll ! How we do 

Chillin on the block gettin gwap wit the crew 

The ones use to hate us wanna watch all our moves 

Niggas pop shit can’t walk in our shoes ! 

( Too expensive nigga ) 

And it’s crazy to think we in the P’s broke and hopeless , they use to judge us think we ain’t know shit 

We really the salt of this earth 

One thing for sure two things for certain 

Know your worth 

AR immortal 

Shadow De Jesus 

Shadow- 

You can get with this or you can get with that New York City spitters , put my city on the map some niggas  spitting fax 

Some niggas spitting cap

We know who you are niggas lying in their raps 

AR - 

Some niggas pushin nicks 

Some niggas pushin packs 

Some worried bout a bitch 

Some getting to they bag 

Some niggas in a spliff 

Some niggas in the grass 

Some niggas gettin rich 

Some dying where they at 

Shadow-

And we maintain no time for memory lane main aim change lane never stuck in the game 

Back to Brooklyn Brooklyn on my back I’m burning the jane 

 run Gibbs get flipped put two in your frame

AR- 

Slugs in his teeth and it’s slugs in his brain 

How you die bout a treesh and  you ain’t got no breesh to ya name 

Different blocks different buildings but the hood still the same 

Change the players ,but you can’t change the game 

Shadow- 

You can get with this or you can get with that New York City spitters , put my city on the map some niggas  spitting fax 

Some niggas spitting cap

We know who you are niggas lying in their raps 

Some niggas pushin nicks 

Some niggas pushin packs 

Some worried bout a bitch 

Some getting to they bag 

Some niggas in a spliff 

Some niggas in the grass 

Some niggas gettin rich 

Some dying where they at