Released: March 1, 2012

Featuring: Styles P Raekwon

Producer: DJ Friction

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Shifty, low-down, gritty, and grimy
Like Fredro -- fuck it, I get the bread though
I'll take the nine and buck it up at your head, though
I'll run your jewels, you do it because I said so
Ride around the hood with niggas that let the lead go
I would never rat, told my lawyers to tell the Feds so
Word to the bullpen sandwich and the bedroll
Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll
Real nigga, nigga real
Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still
If they see you ain't got it, they'll take it from you
If they feel like you pussy, they'll be waiting for you
I ain't pussy, go 'head and wait
You the dickhead that the bullet's gon' penetrate
Dead nigga, dumb nigga
Fuck you up, kill the shit, noose, redrum nigga

[Hook: Noreaga]
I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that)
And I shot niggas too (you could Google that)
See, I smoke big (you could Google that)
You heard of me a little bit? (you could Google that)
Fuck niggas (you could Google that)
Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)
Fuck niggas (you could Google that)
Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)

[Verse 2: Noreaga]
I'm from the era of the stick house
Where niggas used to cook bricks at the chick house after you re-up
Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up
Dimelo; weather so cold, it's like three below
My kicks stay fresh like a brand-new baby ass
I found a Chinese chick with a crazy ass
I call her "Suck-Me-Off" -- all she did was suck me off
All she want was won tons, soup, and some butter-soft
Leather; she told me that she Googled my name up
Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up
See, I'm an accurate shooter through your medula
You could get your ruler
Bought a missile the size of Zab Judah
I smoke weed, no other shit
The widow's getting high off some other shit
You could keep that, respect to you
Get out of line, put the heater to your neck to you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
We get more money than Google, y'all niggas is doo-doo
Throw the Mac in your mouth and butt-fuck your boo-boo
Yeah, pause, little pussy, I'm the cable man
Flow direct, your ho I wreck, horse dick stable man
Black Trump, nigga, with fat pockets
Crooked like Jesse Jackson in a black watching
Broke niggas with rich whores
Run off in the Hamptons, sawed-off and get yours
Homies rock the freshest since AJ Lester's
Cooling on Orchard, buying shoes and vest-es
Why pretending who in it? Yo, we winning, y'all sent it
I post in the Ghost, the German Lugers is spitting
Pocket full, rock the wool, Chevys'll stop the bull
Raising the gauge, ramming his cocky wolves
Lefrac, Yonkers, and Staten wolves
Niggas take massive pulls, so now we blast and them bastards move

[Hook]

N.O.R.E.

Queens rapper Noreaga (also known as N.O.R.E.) was one of the most distinctive voices of the late ’90s hardcore hip-hop scene. He found critical and commercial success, both as a member of the duo Capone-N-Noreaga and as a solo artist, well into the 2000s.

Born Victor Santiago, Jr., to a Puerto Rican father and black mother, N.O.R.E. was raised in the Lefrak City housing projects in Queens, New York. In the early ’90s, while serving a sentence for attempted murder at the Green Haven Correctional Facility, he befriended Queensbridge native Capone. Once released, the two began rapping together under the mentorship of Juice Crew veteran Tragedy Khadafi, appearing in The Source Magazine’s “Unsigned Hype” column in 1995.

The duo attracted widespread attention in 1996 with the release of the single “L.A., L.A..” The song—a response to Tha Dogg Pound’s “New York, New York”—is considered a key record in the infamous East Coast/West Coast battle. Only 18 at the time, Noreaga’s unorthodox style of rapping immediately stood out. VIBE Magazine described his flow as “staggered, high-pitched parrot riffs.” The Source called it “word association-style poetics.” Capone-N-Noreaga’s debut The War Report was released by Penalty/Warner in June 1997 to critical acclaim.