[Intro: Islord]Who the, who the,
yo, who the, yo, who the, yo[Chorus 2X: Islord]Who
the fuck said we fell off,
picture thatEverytime we come,
kid, we come correctAnd still on the run up,
on your set, swift techsCuz niggas is some real fucking
vets[Islord]Let me ask ya'll niggas a questionWhat
the fuck was ya'll niggas thinkingGoing up against
me, kid?Don't you know, kid,
I put end to careers, do, kidSo who gassed ya'll,
who put batteries in ya'll backsFor ya'll to step up
to get viciously attackedBy this animal,
who tears the heart, challenge challengers everydayEverywhere
I go, everywhere I be, I tear the hearts out of challengers,
kidAnd you definetly, ain't no different,
who the fuck is you?I put one,
two, three, four, five, six,
clips, them slugs in ya muthafucking crewBitch ass
nigga, get slapped niggaGoing against my muthafucking
style, niggaCuz I'm straight from Staten IslandWhere
niggas be wilding, Killah
Hill 10304Where shit is crazy raw,
like the meat marketI hang niggas up like targetsThen
put four-five slugs in they hearts,
kid[Dom Pachino]Fuck it, dump the whole clip,
then sink they whole shipDon't even feel the pain,
when they fucking with thisMisfits,
pull out some grenades and start launching and shitThese
weapons ain't silent, they noisy and shitThese little
faggot ass bitch niggasSay the name Killarm',
and see a ditch, niggasYa'll in trouble,
you are fucking with a rich niggaI'm waiting for the
paper, work to go throughThe whole'll Team be mobileIf
we see you round the hood,
we gon' show youDon't let that mouth,
sign checks, that the ass can't cashKeep the heat in
the stash, if he drive, don't keep the heat in the
dashKid, keep it on you, little faggots dissin' Dom
P., the street done warned youYou are fucking with
some bredren man, nobody knows youYou reap what you
sow, nigga, and you will be seen[Chorus 2X]