Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check it out Now run for your life, or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence I don't give a fuck about my presence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7, mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this? Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat, then Ain't no turning back when I start blastin' Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cause you the one in danger Never share your plans with a stranger, word is bond I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Fuck where you at kid, it's where you're from Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners Come through fronting and get stuffed with the 3-pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger, at all you wannabe gunslingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'ma test your gun skills Cause real niggas don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwild But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a motherfucking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you With macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way and beef, stupid fuck What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it locked Rocking Convertibles, drop tops and mad hot Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organized, all eyeballs is on CREAM And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging NaS, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in Saran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggas getting wet up in the projects But with no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye? From smoking that 118 tiny tye Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was grown and he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed With a firepack, don't even go there cause it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me? You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug selling drugs, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy