[Verse One: Keith Murray]
    Haaah! (wooooooo!)
  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.
  Keith Murray, Def Squad
  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad
    Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit
  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
  Fuck all that sensuous shit
  I represent intellectual violence
  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments
  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck
  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!)
  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
  Cause youse a freak by nature
  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back
  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react (BLAOW!)
  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
  Break your concentration, murder your camp
  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz
  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis
  Niggaz comin through and actin wild
  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile
  I SHOT YA!
    [Verse Two: Prodigy]
    Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again
  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?
  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body
  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me
  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me
  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.
  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real
  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal
  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read
  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----
  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)
  But anyway, back on the real side of things
  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)
  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)
  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately
  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
  How dare you ever in your life walk past me
  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D
  I shot ya faggot ass
    [Verse Three: Fat Joe]
    Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews
  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news
  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego
  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger
  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there
  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
  Call the ambulance, this man's wet
  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette
  razor, which I keep hidden in my oral
  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel
  These feds want me for some tax evasion
  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian
  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop)
  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser
    [Verse Four: Foxxy Brown]
    Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks
  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things (what the deal)
  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin
  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king
  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda
  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox
  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops (what the deal)
  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested
  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano
  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
  to lay low, I play slow
  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
  It all real nigga what tha deal
  I shot ya!
    [Verse Five: LL Cool J]
    What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world
  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl
  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit
  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick
  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches
  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo
  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers
  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years
  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state
  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate
  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked
  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked
  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?
  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?
  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang
  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang
  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack
  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back
  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names
  LL, shittin from on top of the game
  I SHOT YA!