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The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove, 'cause we all way
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 
We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 
There's a million albums out there with that opera
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if we ain't never let
graduation..

Ah yeaah?!! I'ts a ... it's a Fillmore, isn't it? Real futuristic, ah.. I dig the fins... listen: do you know how to get to the ah Hollywood Inn
together, freestylin' on stage
Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave
After that, I was convinced we can do it
Until my man biz jetted and came out
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't like that
I'm just statin' my
knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't like that
I'm just statin' my
they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by
copped that first and second album
Word up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw

[9th Prince]
Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters
damn well, we are some partying mothafuckas

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
Tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers
a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if we ain't
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished
why'all run out of gas
You better haul as*

That's how drive-bys get f***ed
knives (soooo serious)

(Baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don`t ride
Cause I don`t like
It`s 3 t`s & fuck nights (soooo serious)

(Manny Fresh)
the
Recording of this album!
I got it with this gift certificate I won at the save
The sea turtles marathon run dude!
Check it out! I wrote all of the lyrics
(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
Wit' cats and dogs become meat
But what it bring, nuttin but pain 
and one in your fuckin brain 
Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin 
I'm still violent I've been
nuttin' but pain
And one in your fuckin' brain

Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm still whylin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for this moment
accord..reporting from manhattan
This is ron thomas for Action News

[chorus] - 2X
gun cocked, visioning the shells drop after I drop
(WOW)visioning the camera shots
Jamaica!
Just cause I'm guilty
We burn from Jamaica straight back to America
Don't live at all
Philly! Manhattan! Yo! Washington!
Let's get the party
featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than
to me in the benz truck too

Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad and ts
Out wit the b.s
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is
in writing
And put it on wax
To play while you drive
I was on the bus with it
Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
Y'all still did everything