Ras Kass]

What, yeah, yeah

Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof

with my nigga Bud'da, on the track

Golden State Warriors..

Eatin every rapper on the plate

Huh, feel me

I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh

on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens

Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven

Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin

Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano

Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald

I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers

My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha

When I get at cha, the situation tenses

Fatality before you ever reach your senses

Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences

like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess

If you lookin for sympathy, you better look

between R and T, in the fucking dictionary

See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'

Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin

Chorus: repeat 2X

[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it

[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet

[XZ] It's three card molly

[RK] Will they ever stop?

[XZ] Probably not

[SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop

[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]

The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics

A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience

And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner

that sails/sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual

Fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak

I eat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby

You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy

Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity

For the lowest point in my character

I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock

like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube

Been this way since I was fourteen

And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme