Kool G Rap
 
 You know the Don's armed wit sixteen
 
 And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage
 
 Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics
 
 Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards
 
 Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it
 
 Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage
 
 Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish
 
 She only lick dick status to get cabbage
 
 Dick get lathered to the thick baptist
 
 Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance
 
 It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight)
 
 And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood
 
 I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga)
 
 This where the buck stops, fuck props
 
 Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot?
 
 Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block?
 
 Still real, bustin' the glock
 
 Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now?
 
  
  (Chorus)
 
 Mike Tyson
  
 
 Mike Tyson
 
 People always talkin' bout I'm being loud and ruckus
 
 I'm talkin' rogus because I'm angry, you know?
 
 I'm angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through
 
 See everyone else has the right to be angry
 
 But this is just the way I express myself
 
 (So, you ready to fight?)
  
 
 Vinnie Paz
 
 Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this
 
 Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics
 
 I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate
 
 My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it
 
 My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it
 
 I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties
 
 Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly
 
 I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me
 
 Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy
 
 I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly
 
 I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny
 
 Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you
 
 And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do
 
 you should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around
 
 and if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground
 
 We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is
 
 Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is
 
 I'm from a time where every song was righteous
 
 Before rap was just a swarm of white kids
 
 And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the
 
 pawns and sheisters
 
 I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers
 
 And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless
 
 What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!! (Yeah!!!)
  
 
 (Chorus)
  
 
 Mike Tyson
 
 And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waist my life
 
 Cause when I die I'm going to paradise
 
 So I'm not worried, and I'm in a hurry to die
 
 Cause I'm not gonna let nobody disrespect me
 
 and make comments about me without me retaliating