Gary G-Wiz - Ridenhour - Studdah Man
    Whole lotta love goin on
  In da middle of what?
  Say what?
  What's goin on?
    I leave em home alone
  Dey turned into danger zones
  Studio shootouts, leavin no doubt
  In da eyes of the wise
  About the other guys
    Fantasi n gettin nat rep
  Makin you move
  While they disturb the groove
  Now the partys over ooops!
  Outta time
  Yo my brother can you spare a crime
  Some wanna take me out
  I even call em my own
  (Can't we all just get along?)
  Rap iz a contact sport
  Can I get support
  When I hum to da maximum
  What I talk is straight
  From da sidewalk strong
    The velt New York
  112 beatz a minute
  An I'm flowin in it
  Have no mercy
  On da ones that curse me
    And when I'm in da paint
  The feuding might be over
  But the fussin aint
  Some hate the way I say em
  Cause I block em like
  Zo to da am
  Beginning of an end of an error
  Incredible shrinking race
    Fiend without a face
  Still got love for em
  But some aint got love
  For the rest of us
    So my boys get iller than
  Illinois (Terminator)
  Return to da noise
    I'd rather fall off
  Than fall victim of crime
  And a low percentage rhyme
  If I go down they goin wit me
  So come & get me...c'mon