[VERSE 1: The E] I'm just sittin in the crib thinkin 'bout the pay-off My nigga called and he just got laid off Now he wants another j-o-b Where you
stop!!!, special delivery!!! (I need that) Yeah! G. Dep! Child of the Ghetto!!! (Can I have that?) As we proceed! AHHH!! (Well give it to me) [Verse 2: G
the hardcore go Cause I'm a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O I got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight And got the power to continue or end the night And
? Where's my record? Where's my record? [ Divine Styler ] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out [ Donald D ] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style
comes to ma folks, cause we gon' ball out. -Krayzie Bone- roll a little bit of weed smoke y'all out, we get everybody goin' off our style.. -Wish Bone
the nature of a sinner, So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner, I gots to fight back against the powers that be, Cause the powers
dynomite Right? The creamin' to schemin' to get it Right demeans almighty dolla The green power, let loose for the hour I chose the Black Power, extra
sins all in it's the master plan until the curse is reversed I'm sayin, rebirth of a nation... [Verse 2: Professor Griff] They call me E-M-E, U-N-O,
in My scenario's too advanced'n, for duplication If it's violation, soul power, will shower ya defenses now you're falling, and crawling Cause your styles
T-Roy my partner G-Wiz This also goes out to my money earnin' Mount Vernon crew J. Daddy, James Huff, Pete Rock, Nick Love Trak Boogie, and my man Chris Hughley A power
hood 'cause that's who we been through R.Z.A came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style
zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me M-A to the G double O
let me show you what this can do Create fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic I shock 'em, amazed cause the wino rocked 'em The best yet to like really catch wreck on the scene O.g
O-G, Chadio and The Mighty Ha Hit 'em in data once again with buttah hits Baby Chris ridin' with my peeps Mark Pitts Comin' with the buttahs, production Y-O-G
Knock knock, I shot the whole block Electricity, flow splendidly Internally inside of me like tony starks tee I create excellency, one-sixty call l-o-u-n-g
s so my shit will never falter Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho, like no, other motherfucker So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O
departed I mean You're fuckin with Scarlett O'Hara Desert em like Sahara, shit you never heard The Firm strictly murderous Gun is out punana, The Firm's First Lady organizer G
power, the whole team shinin' through like Ma rule Worse come to worse we got shorties layin' on 41st They want The Firm som'in awful, to tax som'in The way we style
