Right Back at You (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & Big Noyd)

Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime

(Drop that shit) Yeah, yeah, check it out

Now run for your life, or you wanna get your heat, whatever

We can die together

As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence

I don't give a fuck about my presence

I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait

For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate

I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel

24-7, mac 11 is my people

So why you wanna end your little life like this?

'Cause now you've bumped heads with kids that's lifeless

I live by the day only if I survive

The last night, damn right, I ain't tryna fight

We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor

My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore

Ways of action, I grab the gat, then

Ain't no turning back when I start blastin'

Pick up the handle and insert the potion

Cock the shit back in a calm like motion

No signs of anger or fear 'cause you the one in danger

Never share your plans with a stranger, word is bond

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew?

Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do

You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew?

Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do

You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you

Check it out, check it out, check it out now

Check it out, check it out, check it out now

Check it out, check it out, check it out now

Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from

'Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns

Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners

Come through fronting and get stuffed with the three-pounder

The loud sounder, ear ringer

And I'ma point the finger, on all you wannabe gun slingers

You got a real ice grill but are you really real?

Step to the hill and I'ma test your gun skills

'Cause real niggas don't try to profile

You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwild

But swing that bullshit this way

And I'ma make your visit to the Bridge a motherfucking short stay

Queensbridge, that's where I'm from

The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done

Six blocks and you might not make it through

What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you?

With macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush

You thought that you could come around my way and beef, stupid fuck?

What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you?

To come out your face, now I have to wet you

Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent

Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30, 'cause I-

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you

You got the heart to get busy without your crew?

Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do

You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you

Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it locked

Rocking Convertibles, drop tops and mad hot

Peace to that whiz kid and players on his team

Who's organized, all eyeballs is on C.R.E.A.M.

And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit

Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks

Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable

In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu

There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons

Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns

You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in Saran

Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand

Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender

Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember

My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling

The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin

But he vexed and niggas getting wet up in the projects

But with no doubt, shorties out for his respect

But is his brain insane from the lye?

From smoking that 118 tiny tye

Why? A nigga just died last week

As he swore he was grown and he's a thug in the street

But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac

His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey on his back

But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed

With a firepack, don't even go there 'cause it ain't like that

Slow down baby, he said, what, you tryna play me?

You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me

Then he was Swayze, the shot must've dazed me

Thug selling drugs, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy