Lyrics:

C'mon.. (You see it!)
Yeah yeah.. uhh, uh-huh..
(Oh shit!) Hehehe.. (Ohhh shit!!)

C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!!
Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut
Long time comin, ya heard?
M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher
What'cha gon' do?
Uhh.. Terror Squad (yeah)
Bronx.. Brook-lawn collabo'
Yo, yo, yo..
Ya heard me?

This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters
New York, New York, ice rockin' tight wife-beaters
We the truth, don't let your dead body be the proof
Leave your wisdom rotten with holes and I don't mean your tooth
I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage
Since birth, I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent
The spirit's born, here to bring life to the dormant
Right where you snoring from night to the morning
Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad
Or Christ, how you want it? I got what ya need
God to the streets, come on, motherfucker, ya talkin' to me!
Big Pun!! The papi chulo out to screw you
Bop with the dumb Glock
Hunchback, like Quasimodo

Set off the sirens
Form the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn, nigga
New York Giants (c'mon!)
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless
It's the..
'World's.. world's.. world's famous!'
C'mon - violence!
Form the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa
New York Giants
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless
It's the..
'World's.. world's.. world's famous!'

I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell
Ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world
Like Dahved Levy, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
Cock the glizzy, give you one back, peace to 'Pac and Biggie
'Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin
Put they holes in your colon, send you rollin' like when you're bowlin'
A perfect strike - let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike
I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth, aight?
I'm shootin' at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural
Attribute your crew, turn those goons to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you
Clap you with your own heat - homie
If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G!

Set off the sirens
Form the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn, nigga
New York Giants (c'mon!)
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless
It's the..
'World's.. world's.. world's famous!'
Violence
Form the alliance
B.X
Violence
B.K
Violence

I breaks the world off with a bang... (BANG!)
('How About Some..') FUCK THAT! Look, nigga, you know the name
It's the One (slash!) Seven-One-Eight (slash!)
M (dot!) O (dot!) P (dot!), First Family (dot!)
Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)
Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to Earth-slam you
I rep for my backblock niggas, and cats from Puerto Rico!
Uptown screamin out ('Perrico!')
Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights
Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill ya gigabytes
Merc out on machines with loud pipes
Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and big nigga bikes

You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD)?
William (DANZE), First (FAM) – easy, soldier!
I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot
Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot
Satan's got - my mind, my body, and my... (SOUULLLLLLLL!)
Ohh! I don't blame you; you switched your game plan
When you found out your main man was named Danze
Nigga - I'm filled with anger!
You fuckin' with a hooded soldier, Cobra your life is in danger
(FIRST FAMILY STYLE!) All the way out!
BANG! (BANG!) BANG! (BANG!)
'Till your brains hang out