[Chorus - Scratching w/ Background voice]
    
    [Beanie Sigel]
    Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these niggas man?
    These niggas ain't sayin shit man
    These niggas on mute man
    I'ma make you blind motherfuckers feel some real
    
    Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work
    I took time off a couple niggas had to get hurt
    Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped
    Packin they gat, now they layin' flat
    In six in green (you know wut i mean?)
    Man I need a new gat for that
    Yo, I'm the coke copper plus the rock chopper
    Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock clocker
    One wreck, the other destroy
    And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your boys
    I don't play when it come to yae
    I cop cook and collect my dough in one day
    Book rock and collect my dough at one show
    False looks, Memph let one go from the floor
    
    [Memphis Bleek]
    Yo, yo
    Well I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field
    Oh-oh got respect, oh-one I still
    Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe
    Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped
    Get on the floor, clap a second time
    And make sure I flat-line you
    Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you
    See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top
    Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc
    As I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel
    Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles
    I'm not playin, you dudes know what I'm sayin'
    I make a call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'
    What you sayin?
    
    [Chorus]
    
    [Sigel]
    I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box
    B-Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks
    I'm not playin, see these guns that I'm sprayin?
    Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me
    Nickels stay chubby, smokers never choosy
    Don't gotta yell up the block, they come to me
    Packs with colorful tops just like coochies
    New jacks with they pack they like, who he?
    I'm not playin, knock them things off quick
    Got game still think off shit
    What you say?
    
    [Bleek]
    With a partner like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen
    We could be brothers, we better known as cousins
    As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what
    My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love
    Who wanna play with that Roc-A-team?
    Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen
    You walk around talkin' this and that
    How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack
    But when I dropped the LP, niggas thought it would fold
    Thirty days later, Coming of Age went gold
    What you sayin?
    
    [Chorus]
    
    [Sigel]
    Now party people it's time for this question
    No knock knock, who's that? who's there? or who is it?
    It's the M-A-C-K
    Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and kidnapper
    The flow dope, the beats just blazin
    Like Luther Vandrow says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
    For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats
    Yo Bleek, you got my back, show 'em how we do
    
    [Bleek]
    Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire
    I spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire
    Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin
    In an all out battle, Bleek come out swingin'
    Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off quick
    Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick
    Take a sip of the Cris pour the Belvy with lime
    Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin for mine
    So what you sayin?