(featuring La The Darkman, Ras Kass & Scaramanga Shallah)       [Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]   Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)   Wu-Tang (herbs three times great, you heard of me)   Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill)   Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)   GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)   Legendary...      [Scaramanga Shallah]   Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams   Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams   Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big cables of sands   Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten   We can hit the alley with iron and thumper   Take it to the hands like the brand new linen   Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him   You dealing with a night stick choker   The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker   And the set, devoted to opening your neck   With the tech, as you sit in a Lex'   Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting   As your body gets soft, the shotty went off   Little soldiers, you're out of position   Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan   A rob and gather reporter, columns are lost   White five, black five, with dollars to toss   Twisted by the dark side of the force   Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche   You're off sides in the fort   We are survivors of the war of good and evil   I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle   With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it..      [La the Darkman]   Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana   How we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana   Try, play me today, I'mma kill you manana   From, far with the K, or up close with the llama   I'm like an African king in a castle in Ghana   Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer   Study lessons in Athena, building with an old timer   So I, always been wise ever since a young minor   Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme   So I'm often posted, in a window with that thing   Got a limited support from the Sing Sing regime   I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team   Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend   Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam   Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be   La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general      [Ras Kass]   Whoever say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar   That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire   When you mention me, not about penitentiary   Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second century   Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu   'cause I'm original, like blacks for larger jewels   Velour's by BUFU, Buy Us Fuck U   Try Us Fuck U. You die. Y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga   Sip Grey Goose and ponder. They know the room service   In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to honor these street scholars   Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar   Bush gave 6.46 billion to Haliburton   For troops support efforts in Iraq   Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that   The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of soda   Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters (damn!)   But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton workers make   Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year   Plus a 25 extra taking fire in combat   Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at   18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at?'   But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at   I love to crunk, so what. plus I'm gangsta enough   To piss in pimpin kids pimp cup. rack again and pump it up   How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt      [GZA]   Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block   With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks   Too many die in vein, and it's a crying shame   The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top   Acquiring apparel, through growth and development   On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant   The brutality of war, never changes   And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous   Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than   What they ever had, experienced yet   Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill   Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field   The great boundaries of both man and machine   Can have one at the point, to murder all in between   Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol   Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up?