Verse 1: (Noreaga)
  We thugged out, outta state on some city shit
  keepin' it real while ya'll niggas on some pretty shit
  what the dealy wit' you know I only smoke a Philly wit' famalama
  I got a bitch in Atlanta
  and everytime I fuck her yo it's on camera
  and I'm the freak type
  get head then lay meat right
  ya'll niggas burn bridges, I could've had ya'll tight
  yo, I spit this
  tellin' ya'll to live with this
  I could've had you in the bank
  now you lost your rank
  you gotta blame only yourself, yourself to think
  yo, you know me
  I hate to have to do it Homey
  we used to be cool, now it's like you don't know me
  all that jealousy shit
  new enemy shit
  had me thinkin' on some foul shit, takin' a risk.
  
  Verse 2: (E-Money Bags)
  Money Bags, the mafioso type
  gun holster, stripes be goin' down niggas backs
  lungs collapse when I be strapped
  Escobar's my witness
  espionage, addictions
  got me ready to pop shit up on highways, break my peoples out the
  prisons
  inflictin' predictions
  supervision, foreshadowed wisdom
  'cause when the cards roll Ladies seem forbidden
  children of the corners
  get it on like in the early Morn
  the rooster horn
  I used to have a bitch to boost upon Macy's
  Crazy Stacy, laced me in Baisley
  silk robe Paisley, talkin' 'bout she want a Baby
  thug or Don
  I bug upon slug-a-thon's
  we shrug our arms and struggle on
  trials and tribulations
  maintain through situations.
  
  Verse 3: (Maze)
  This is just a page of the individual Maze
  the new escapades, smooth but still explosive like a grenade
  I reign officially, livin' the risky life
  tipsy all night
  jewels swingin', exhale from my windpipe
  the game of life's like spades
  first, niggas move forward just to reverse
  still I'm in it, penin' it, it hurts worse
  my niggas locked like there's a curse on the block
  but live and direct
  pocketin' loot for future prospects.
  
  Verse 4 (Mussolini)
  It's been like this for decades now, foul
  since a child, all into crack valves
  and cats that spent Thou's
  the richer ones hardly play the streets now
  catch 'em in the latest BM with the top down
  I fiend for scratch
  half of my team did that
  got my first pack, started hustlin' crack
  it didn't seem like there's was nothin' left to do
  so I blew, copped out on one-five-two
  yo, niggas is slidin' through
  keep the God jewel
  'cause the feelin' only comes in the need of healin'
  thats when the heat's not concealin'
  then it be a whole 'lot of cap peelin'
  a whole 'lot of runnin' children
  a whole 'lot of squealin'
  but it still can't stop the cash from buildin'
  and a bitch thats willin' to give head
  leave they legs spread
  no matter if diesel in the bed.
  
  Verse 5: ( Diesel )
  If there wasn't all these cats puttin' shit on my name
  I'd probably be somewhere outta town puttin' shit in the game
  for fame many cats be forgettin' where they came
  real niggas blaze shots put holes in your frame
  if you didn't know the game you should've left it alone
  instead of playa hatin' me 'cause I'm ridin' on chrome
  my stones make your bitch wanna leave home
  even hang up the phone like her spot just got blown
  be for real
  do you really think we don't keep steel?
  for them frontin' ass niggas tryin' to get they caps peeled.