Jay-Z you mahfukkkin right, in the darkest night let off my gun for light
Two guns right over left that's how I cross examine
Young H-O, pitch the ye faithful, even if they patrol I make payroll
If my situation ain't improving, I'm trying to murda everything moving
It's like NY's been soft ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
Who'd ever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game, used to rap to the raindrops off my window pane
I come with doo-rags to your so-called awards, t-shirt w/my chain out like fukk yall all
I love my nickas, love to see them ball, I love Beans and Bleek, them nickas like my Peter and Paul, my disciples and that's right we coming for the title