Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

Trunk jewels, cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Wu-Tang Clan|Cash Rules' Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through

Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop

I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children/like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin/Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian/The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing

You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk/From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk/Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap/From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat

So be advised, the streets is full of surprises/It's not what crew's the livest/One that survive is who's the wisest

Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams/And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams

The harsh realities of life is takin tolls/Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul