Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one

Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun

Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches

House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern

Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies

Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's

FOR THOSE THAT MURDERED ME SHALL STAND BEFORE GOD

TO FALL AT THE HANDS OF FATE, THEN OUT COMES THE ROD

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back,

bring it back, bring it back..

What the fuck is goin on? I can't go to sleep

Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep

Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep

Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep

Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry (...) guns

(...) got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam

Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot

So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot

Not knowin FUCKIN WITH ME, you get your meat chopped

YOU THOUGHT WE'D FALL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED

CALL (...), CALL ON AN AMBULANCE

YOU BETTER STOP MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAM

Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls

Nigga motherfuckin eunuch, I even take which was yours

I'm the nigga that made you man

When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand!

Don't kill your brother, let's love each other

Don't get mad.. cause it ain't that bad

Just be who you are.. you've come so far

It's in your hands, just be a man

Get the jelly out your spine!

Cobwebs, out of your mind

I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes

They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times

They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds

Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony

They spat at Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us

with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers

Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin

Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in

AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK B