it Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't fucking with' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the
doctrine But watch what you say Fox 5 is watchin' [Verse 2: NaS] The Fear Factor got you all rattled up O' Reilly Oh really? No rally needed I'll tie you
no hablo ingles Let me offer you, food for thought on the plate Once you know the block hot you hit the fire escape Get in get out, hit liars and snakes
section, uh-of the Hot Boy$ Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat You
the better Chill Rob plus the seventh letter Flyin' off at every angle, can you tangle Mix or handle, you don't hold a candle To what you're hearin', you
ah di garment dem red up BLOW!! Car and apartment get bled up Didn? you get ample warning say poor people fed up And still every morning Dem try hold
runs thru everyone and if you hold on to it sing your songs to it your heart is a drum hold it high in the air cuz? it?s this way to there... I was a liar
uh-of the Hot Boy$ Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat You want beef