[Beat changes to Wu-Tang Clan's: "It's Yourz"]
[Verse 2 Pt.2: (DJ Cosmic Kev)]
I'm the reason your dough goin' thin,
Cause y'all in the way - when I see nigga's I see bowlin' pins.
You can call me "Mr. Do It First".
Oh, you like that? I got that just to do a verse.
And I stack cause I'm after the bread,
I got a G for every bump on your face - and every nap on your head. [echoes]
I be set for a week while I'm back from the dread,
With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread.
[Lloyd Bank$:] Ye-eaah? HAHAHA!
[Cosmic Kev:] WHAT?!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah!
[Cosmic Kev:] I DON'T KNOW!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Uh! Yeah! 'Ey?
[Cosmic Kev:] PHILLY ALL DONE GONE, READY FOR IT!
[Verse 3: (DJ Cosmic Kev)]
What I'm doin'? Nothin'. - Chillin' at the Holiday Inn, (C'MON!)
With a bottle of Jin (LLOYD BANK!) - and the model's a 10,
I ain't worried about the kid's, ma' swallowin' them, [echoes]
Another victim to my matol again.
You're fallin' off - and I will not follow a trend,
Go call your boss! - I put a hot hollow in him,
I never lost! - I'm cooler then Chicago's wind.
Butter's soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10.
As time keep's tickin'. - I'm Chevrolet dippin',
Navy blue swede seats with the grey strip in.
It's plain to see, - you can't change me;
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, [echoes] (WHOOO) four figures in ice.
I bet the price on the fling of the dice,
Shorty with me? - We slingin' a pipe.
Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, - it'll ring on your top.
And I'll be 5 miles, ahahahaha! - And I'll be 5000 Miles from the block, man!
[Beat changes to Mobb Deep's: "Still Shinin'"]
[Cosmic Kev:] C'MON, LET'S GO! LET'S GO! KEEP GOIN', KEEP GOIN'!
[Lloyd Bank$:] We want it. Yeah!
[Cosmic Kev:] KEEP GOIN', BANK$!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah, yeah, yeah!
[Cosmic Kev:] KEEP GOIN', C'MON! C'MON!
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH, UH!
[Cosmic Kev:] KEEP GOIN'!
[Lloyd Bank$:] 'EY!
[Verse 4: (DJ Cosmic Kev)]
You talk like you're rich but really ain't got a home an' (Come Up Show!)
Been in everybodies video but your own.
New York is the sound, clown I walk with a pound,
Now the talk of the town real as the chalk in the ground. [echoes]
You ain't nothin' but a duplicate followin' the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the jeweler.
You had to see the chain, scene swallowed before I knew it,
Don't trip! - That'll get ya hit; - hard in your Madolah.
I ain't really for the talk, - nigga argue with the Ruger!
Have yourself a drink roll a bottle with a Buddha. (ooh!)
I'm the last one to run, - the first one to come;
Shit! - Your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done. (DAYUM!) [echoes]
I used to say I wouldn't amount to nothin',
Even my momma ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin!
You gotta love him the kid's gettin' his dollars, man,
I've been a part of "God's Plan" since the sonogram. [echoes]
[Cosmic Kev:] Ha-HAAHHH! Come Up! Cosmic Kev, Lloyd Bank$ in the studio!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Hahahaha!
[Cosmic Kev:] WE AIN'T OUT, WE GOIN' IN REAL CRAZY!
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH!
[Cosmic Kev:] Bank$, c'mon, man!
[Lloyd Bank$:] I'm right back it, baby! [scratches]
[Cosmic Kev:] C'mon, C'mon! Back to yo' thing! [scratches]
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah! Check it, man! [scratches]
[Cosmic Kev:] Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go! [scratches]
Yo! Who else but Blue could do what he do? [scratches]
The nigga's he ran the street was the crew that he flew,
[Beat changes to Queensbridge's Finest: "The Bridge 2001"]
I embrace the "New Jack" assuming he's true,
But he was soft as a cloth - so I auctioned him off,
Man. - That ain't no way to talk to a boss, [scratches]
Fuck a middle man, bring the hawk to the Source. [scratches]
I'm ballin' - from the heliport to the Porche,
With my Dominican bitch (COME UP SHOW!) - that walks like a horse when I floss,
It's hard for anybody to come off,
I ain't a come up! You need karate or the torch, [scratches]
Niggas hate it! - Now they feelin' sorry on they porch,
Cause I made it! - I don't let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't really a run; - compared to shit we done,
The crib got more land then Area-51. [scratches]
You take one of mine your whole family get to run, (oh, my God!)
I ain't Diesel! - But they scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one.
[Cosmic Kev:] TRUST ME, MAN! YOU HEAR THIS? THIS IS GOIN' DOWN!
[Lloyd Bank$:] 'Ey, man! Check me out in the papers, man!
[Cosmic Kev:] Oh, y'all ain't hearin' this? Lloyd Bank$ in the studio...
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah!
[Cosmic Kev:] POWER 99! SHOUT TO Q-DEEZY, COSMIC KEV... YOU KNOW HOW IT GETS IT!
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH! I'm back at it! 'Ey!
[Cosmic Kev:] EACH AND FRIDAY NIGHT, COME UP SHOW!
[Lloyd Bank$:] 'Ey!
[Cosmic Kev:] C'MON, LET'S GO!
[Verse 6: (DJ Cosmic Kev)]
Aye writing for Malotti's that's what you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed back, - but they ain't checkin' for you.
Man, this is for the nigga's that's boxed up,
For throwin' the blocks up; - and couldn't shake jake when they popped up.
The media be killin' my vibe but
I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire stuck. (Whooo!)
I got a pool and I can't swim!
It's like I sleep over and can't bend, - then I'm on a plane!
Money, clothes, and hoes, I get it all the same,
I take rolls of those and sit 'em in a chain.
Some rose and froze, they bitter and ashamed, come on!
I ain't your regular nigga in the game, I'm on.
I'm a pimp soldier! - Mid Rover!
Pants off my ass, - hat - tilt over.
The same in the winter, - blade under the skully,
I'm hotter then the phone booth outside of the Deli.
[Cosmic Kev:] Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Ahahahahahah! Yeah!
[Cosmic Kev:] I HEAR 'EM TRUST IN HERE! [echoes]
[Lloyd Bank$:] Oh, boy! Hahahahahah!
[Cosmic Kev:] Oh, boy!
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH!
[Cosmic Kev:] I don't know if they ready for it...
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeeaah!
[Cosmic Kev:] C'MON, BANK$! You gotta go in one more time! C'MON!