[Mic Geronimo]
  YEAH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G
  Know the G, hah hah, know the face
  Hah hah, know the name nigga, hah
  C'mon, yeah, yeah
  
  Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all niggaz ain't about this life
  Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights
  My A.R. likes the thug life, drugs and gun fights
  White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice
  White wraps for these niggaz who scrap and gun clap
  Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back
  Once you bitch-made niggaz started doin the rap
  Seven figure shit really started ruinin rap
  Take it back to hood shit bulletproof and biscuits
  Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks
  And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight
  'til we screamin all of us hate
  
  [Chorus: Mic Geronimo]
  You see shit's still real
  Nothin ever change cause we still in the field
  Niggaz try to front but the game's too real
  We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel
  So fuck what you feel and shit's still real
  Nothin ever change cause we still in the field
  Niggaz try to front but the game's too real
  We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel
  So fuck what you feel, yeah
  
  [Big Stan]
  Y'all niggaz better get the guns
  Fuck the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it
  When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it
  That's the fake shit, argue and just make shit hot
  And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make shit pop
  Nigga respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves
  I'm ambidextrous, sold with the glock and the snub
  But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot
  then one big shot, and one kid drops
  Head shot, closed lid over one big box
  And a preacher left prayin over one big plot
  Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world
  And I'ma do it, wanna know how? Fuckin with Earl
  He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup
  With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt
  Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck
  B.S., Bloodline, what the fuck you expect nigga?
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [DMX - overlapping Chorus]
  Uhh, WHAT?! Uhh
  Uhh, uhh, uhh
  
  [DMX]
  It's time to take out the garbage, y'all niggaz want the hard shit
  I got shit that'll start shit, rip apart shit and disregard shit
  Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal
  What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more?
  "Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins
  the bullshit we both went through form trusted friends
  Bustin him from where? (It's time to peel)
  Fuck what you heard baby! Shit's still real
  Y'all niggaz think your shit don't stink, cause it don't think
  Hit a motherfuckin iceberg your ship won't sink
  Bitch don't blink, cause I'ma hit you with somethin
  I'ma hit you for frontin, I'ma hit you for nuttin? You buggin
  I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through
  It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you
  Fuck you cause I don't know you, and listen dog
  If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to
  
  [Chorus] - repeat 2X