Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not them, here they come!
{Fredro Starr} Balheadz and gunz bloaw!
Where you gonna run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
Which way did he go? You don't know
You move too slow, boy you blow
My style grows on you like hair
Where my Queens niggaz? (we right here!)
Is you out there? (yeah!...yeah!)
{Sonsee} Just watch us walk this hit and get ill
We won't yield, til we hear 50 bill
So grab a hold, get a grip, it's time to shake it up
For rappers and routines that make bricks
{Sticky Fingaz} Amnesia couldn't make me
Forget about where I came from
And even if I left the slum I'd still be a hoodlum
Cause good thingz come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up and filled with so much anxiety
I gotta screeaam! (aaah!)
To let out all this frustration
That's built up inside of me
{Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
{Sonsee} These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse
They keep comin' around like auto-reverse
For them our shit's the worst
We disperse and then they hurt, but first to cut
Then I burst they verse to quench my thirst
{Sticky Fingaz} I've had mad money
But I spend it, now I'm broke
So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold
And I can't wait to wrap my bare hands
Around they neck, and squeeze
Until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death
{Sonsee} Yo, you smell that?
{Fredro Starr} Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit
I'm in effect like WIC checks
And you a TEC without the clip
Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken
Where's the weed? I need it, it's my vitamin
So light it then get high
Reach for the sky, you won't survive
You won't get by, you gotta die
Your style is a gimmick and you know that
You can't be what we be
We Afficial Nastee Niguz
{Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
{Fredro Starr} When I was born
I never thought that I could be like that
Growing up in the back block
Selling crack rocks to black cops
I pack, cock Glocks and clock phat knots
Nickel and dime, petty crimes
Packing plenty nines and knives to stay alive
Surviving and getting mine
Thoughts of the ghetto minds said fuck the books
See I'd rather run the street
And fuck around with the crooks
And got bigger and bigger and bigger
And bigger and deffer and better
This is my bread and butter
My brother word to mother
{Sonsee} More niggas grab the mics
Talking 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rhymes you make is fake as synthetics
We just dead it, plus your style is old as a relic
So burn em up money, cause you gets no credit
You want it? Here it go
Nigga know the Armee
Or we gonna be on the straight d-low
Banging M.C.'s, so keep it live up in here
I swear nothing less
We possess your best record buy
Most Def, Most Def
{Sticky Fingaz} Sticky Fingaz
Earn money from mugging on trains
Where I grew up in Brooklyn New York
Moved to Queens in my teens
My pants are busting out the seams
With this gun in my jeans, without it
I wouldn't have lived this long in my wildest dreams
And I'm a star, my spotlight's police high beams
{Chorus} Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Come on and scream (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on
And ya don't stop
All City keep it on, keep keep it on
And ya don't stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on
And ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on
And ya don't stop