[Conway the Machine:]
Griselda (Look)

Was a shooter before I rapped and I'm still in action
Thirty-two bullets fill the MAC clip, my niggas active (Brr)
Hollow tips in the strap, I'ma fill his hat with
We clap shit that hit his cap and peel it backwards (Cap)
Break the gas down to fill the Backwoods
I just opened this pack, it was vacuum sealed and still in plastic (Smokin')
I lost hope, you told me you wanted all smoke
Nah, bro, you just a lil' nigga and your bars broke (You broke, nigga)
On Burgard, right off Doat, I sold raw coke
I cried when Country Mike died, my heart broke (My nigga)
On the yard, get your jaw poked, as far as the bars wrote
Not only did I raise the bar, the bar broke (Talk to 'em)
We shoot sticks with see-through clips
You better pray that bitch jam up when we doin' this (Ha)
I breeze through Phipps, I need new drip (Huh), the grip on me
Think I'm lackin' this time? I'ma leave you clipped
Machine, you bitch

[Havoc:]
Yeah, that leave you split
Wanna put money on it? Nigga, c-note this
All you niggas know what time it is, I'm G, no Clipse
Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip
The clock tickin', tick tick, nigga, leave you split
Wanna put money on it? Nigga, c-note this
All you niggas know what time it is, I'm G, no Clipse
Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip
The clock tickin', tick tick

[Flee Lord:]
(Lord, Lord)
You rolled the town, but, nigga, I rolled a six
Cee-lo trips, that forty got a mean old kick (Brr)
Point it at him broad day, then he gon' dip (He gon' dip)
You violate the code, brodie, we on shit (Huh)
Chine and the legend (What), big clean Smith