Lyrics:

featuring Cam'Ron Killa Sha RZA[Cam'Ron]Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yoI want my steak with a funky da
meHoney claim cash like the Money TrainFaces of death eatin monkey brainChunky change call it iced out and flawlessFor a
ll my niggas upstate with food inside the toiletYo I'm like Hoffa mixed with SinatraLa costa nostra dude packed a toasterT
rue motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckersTold you how we do it, stupid motherfuckerI chew motherfuckers, know how I do i
t motherfuckersLay your block down when I come through it motherfuckersNiggaz want murders, maybe I'll callLadies'll fall, y
o we killin babies and allI mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriageBing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggotYo
ur mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habitsOh, look at they karats[Killa Sha]Paint the picture, 2-5-2 ki
lla scriptureVerse six: Chapter five, touch more livesTry to survive in this frontline with minesDeep, but I'm in the minds
of foul menToo much gin, too much hash, too much cashKinda hard to let this good shit passSo I dabble in it, heads eat and k
illa sin itYa bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit itMany is callin, but few is chosinAnd them faggot ass niggaz thats
holdin, ain't goinSha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-bodyHail, rain, and earthquakes when I breakA warning to the fakes (true that)
Play the dark and brought to the lightLift up your dress for spiteLyrical fight, for forty days and forty nightsAutomatical
ly tight, to the blind I bring sightNinety-nine omega, captivate through your vegaRhyme slayer, do