[Beat changes to Mobb Deep & Noyd's: "The Learning (Burn) "]
[Cosmic Kev:] UHH! COME UP SHOW!
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH! Uh!
[Cosmic Kev:] Q-Deezy, Cosmic Kev, Lloyd Bank$!
[Lloyd Bank$:] "Rotten Apple"...
[Cosmic Kev:] LET'S GO!
[Lloyd Bank$:]... in stores, this summer, baby!
[Q-Deezy:] Oh, man!
[Lloyd Bank$:] UHH... yeah! UHH!
[Cosmic Kev:] Let's go!
Yayo, whassup, man? Get off that damn house arrest, man!
Take that off, do what you do! Let's get it poppin', man! Here we go... UHH!
[Verse 7: (DJ Cosmic Kev)]
You're now in the presents of a damn Don - and a gorgeous whip,
Sittin' on 24's (WHOOO!) with a 4" inch lip, - prick!
This ain't nothin' like the movies fam,
Ya hear Uzi blam. - I'm so icey, Gucci man!
I got my hand on that 5th when I'm rollin' slow,
Cause I stand out like shit in the snow, ya know? (SHOUT TO THE MOBB!)
I'm ridin' around in the city with the top down,
Neck full of eye candy-yellow rocks round.
I bet you if I want her, I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her with a good Lord splitter,
Bank$ ain't the nigga to fool with, (GEEEESH!)
I'll have 'em outlinin' ya - with the blue shit from the pool stick,
You thinkin' about clappin' me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya. - Your scar will look like a Japanese letter.
Listen to my shit, - your raps will be better, I'm a stunna!
Put granny in a half a eat sweater.
I'm hungry as the last verse. (COME ON!) - I sleep third!
Bullshit second, and get the cash first.
Pop the champagne, - let the weed on the bus blow,
Mixtape monster, R.I.P. to Justo!
Now we got the game on smash, the real nigga's respect us, (ARE YOU HEAR THIS?!)
The rest well, they all ass.
Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash,
And they all weak - you motherfuckers better off sleep!
You're beat by a long shot, - the young boy from a strong block,
Y'all done pushed over the wrong rock.
Spend your money on me, I make the song hot,
The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop.
My chain big like my buzz in the city,
But when I wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty.
I got a chick and a chip on my shoulder,
A zip of da Doja, - hood wip and a Rover. - A Soldier!
[Q-Deezy:] Oh, my Godness!
[Cosmic Kev:] Come on, man!
[Lloyd Bank$:] That's it, man!
[Cosmic Kev:] "ROTTEN APPLE"! OH, NO, NO!
[Lloyd Bank$:] That's it, man!
[Cosmic Kev:] NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Go, get it, man!
[Cosmic Kev:] YOU GOTTA GIVE IT! GO, GET IT! GO, GET IT!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Hahahah!
[Cosmic Kev:] Lloyd Bank$, Cosmic Kev, Q-Deezy!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah, uh! Yeah!
[Cosmic Kev:] COME UP SHOW, MAN!
[Verse 8 - GAYme Diss: (DJ Cosmic Kev)]
I'm one of the realest nigga's that did it, (AMEN!)
Anything you ever heard me on, I shitted! (YUP!)
I spread the flow to the masses and he bit it,
Got a tear drop, - a ghetto pass and ran with it. (GEEEESH!)
I know a couple of niggas that would love to fry his hat,
Put a Butterfly blade on his "Butterfly Tat", (ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha!)
You know me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Fuck with me if you wanna, it will be one hell of a summer. (SHOUT TO NELSON!)
GAYme was a G-Unit groupie,
They made a flick about bitch-ass nigga's he be in a movie.
I'm in a beach house palm tree and jacuzzi,
Bad bitch me and a smoothie.
Now all I got is heat and tough talk for you,
Pepper spray your fuckin' eyeballs just for you.
I'm feelin' like I'm gonna - lose my cool, sooner or later,
All over a hater. - Ain't no man more important than paper.
[Cosmic Kev:] Shout-out to Whoo Kid!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Hahahaha!
[Cosmic Kev:] Oh, my Godness, that's enough!
[Lloyd Bank$:] CHECK ME IN THE STREET, MAN!
[Cosmic Kev:] THAT'S ENOUGH! THAT'S ENOUGH, THAT'S ENOUGH!
[Lloyd Bank$:] PHILLY STAND UP, MAN! CHECK ME OUT, HOMIE!
PHILLY, TRUST ME THEY HEARD IT! IT'S GOIN' DOWN! SHOUT TO MY MAN, RENÉE!
AWWWW, MAN, G-UNIT RADIO!
[Lloyd Bank$:] UHH! THAT'S IT, MAN! THE TAKEOVER!
[Cosmic Kev:] THAT'S RIGHT, G-UNIT RADIO RIGHT NOW! DON'T FORGET TO GO OUT, GET THE ALBUM, IT'S CRAZY!
[Lloyd Bank$:] HAHAHAHAHAHA!
[Cosmic Kev:] COMIN' REAL SOON!
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH!
[Cosmic Kev:] SHOUTS TO MY MAN, NELSON! SHOUT TO FIF'!
[Lloyd Bank$:] UHH!
[Cosmic Kev:] I SEE YOU!
[Q-Deezy:] We're goin' home? Goin' home? You sure, you sure?
[Lloyd Bank$:] GET THE ALBUM, MAN, "ROTTEN APPLE"! IN STORES THIS SUMMER, BABY! LET'S DO IT!
[Q-Deezy:] "Rotten Apple", man. You know how it's goin' down!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Well, I'm comin' back, man! [beat stops] Y'all know that's my home.
[Q-Deezy:] Of course.
[Lloyd Bank$:] You heard?
[Q-Deezy:] You know how it's goin' down!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Q-Deezy, Cosmic Kev, man. That's what it is!
[Cosmic Kev:] COME UP SHOW! YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS... 99!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah!
[Cosmic Kev:] WE OUT! [echoes]
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH! [echoes]