text: Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil Cease-ah
  But dont sling pizza, pizza
  The gat carryin, rap barbarian
  Ninety-six Blake Carrington
  I brings the most dangerous diseases
  Trife please MCs of all types
  Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
  Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches
  Style never switches
  Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out
  For shootin up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled
  Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques
  Niggas dont want shit, Trife impresses
  Lexus GSs, chicks in iceberg dresses
  Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A
  But faggot niggas wanna spoil it
  Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
  I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me
  Cause I stopped killing niggas for free
  Uhh, uhh
  The Anne Klein sportin, coke snortin, niggas lovely
  I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E., watch the show
  As my flow bubble over like Mos and Cristals
  Aint scared to bust my pist-al, sippin hard on Cristal
  Dream accounts, large amounts
  Cause Frank dont play with lye money, get high money
  Ready to die Grady, no ifs, ands, or maybes
  Im not your average lady; put that on my 380
  Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
  Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis
  Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin
  Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron
  Uh, who us?
  We just swervin, in the dark blue Suburban
  Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser
  Policell never chase us we too fly for that
  Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
  I be, flirtin for certain, wearing short skirts and
  But aint no dicks insertin see, thats the difference
  Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches
  I fuck to bust a nut, Lil Kim not a slut
  I gotta reputation to look out for
  Plus my boss is a outlaw
  Uhhh, motherfuckers think they tough guys
  Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up
  Faggot ass motherfuckers
  They really aint no true players
  Death comes to those that oppose the clique
  Dick-riders get off the dick
  Cause, Larceny got guns for yall
  And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall
  Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out
  Niggas getting mad cause I dug they backs out
  Then I blacks out, start shooting kids
  Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges
  Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
  Rule number three; dont take love from no bitches
  You know what makes me much stronger than you
  I can take pain much longer than you
  So what you gon do when I run up in that ass-crease
  How you wanna spit a grease?