"Can you play the beat a little higher?"

Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo

Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a animal

We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue

We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you

In rap battles with the audience that clap at you

My block crazy, I never seen a cat pass through

On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow

Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel

And that's natural in a city with crack statutes

Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets

You keep sleepin', get caught in ya Jeep preachin

Always listen to an old man when he speakin'

To learn how to keep police agreein' on the weekend

Learn how to analyze a man when he creepin'

Learn not to never burn a bridge when you leakin'

That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it

Drug dealers use this rap the street outfit

I leave doubters in the back and move outwards

Watch for them niggaz with Timbs and loose outfits

Guns don't kill people, the bullets'll kill people

And bullets leave holes in people you just see through

It's all mathematics it's what the streets equal

These streets equal, city niggaz with Desert Eagles

They won't hesitate to drive-by in ten regals

And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is

(Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all, the Ghostwriters)

[Chorus x2]

Heyo, what's really good? (We over)

'Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood)

We hustle what we could (In yo' block)

You niggaz ain't stop (In my block)

[Vinnie Paz]

[talking during chorus]

I got the style right breezin' and then I'm ?

Only speak to me if I allow you to talk

Cuz y'all ain't never learn that you crawl before walk

My four-pound leggin' you down like Black Hawk

The gat's smart, intelligent born vicious

Military thug who follow Allah wishes

That's why I don't eat pork and cause sickness

And that's why literal cats is like bitches

And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me

And fiends dumpin' out on the block, it's rock free

So fuck peace, cousin bring me to war

So I can have blood on my hands with C-4

I need more, need weed and need cash

Or I'ma shoot three at ya team like Steve Nash

You believe fast, 'cuz that's jus how it go down

That's how Vinnie Pazi ends up always holdin the crown

I'm holdin' it down, with five nickel nine biscuits

I live my life for Allah, the five prisoners

But y'all always in Jedi Mind business

Now your body parts are buried in five ditches

(It's fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby)

[Chorus x2] [Vinnie Paz talking in background]