Chorus: Lil' Fame
  
  Primetime (New York, New York)
  That's the place where the soldiers die (New York, New York)
  That's the ghetto nigga's feelings (New York, New York)
  That's the niggas that multiply (New York, New York)
  
  [Lil' Fame] (Billy Danze)
  
  Yo, where you from, nigga? (New York)
  When you come through here (Fool, take your jewels off)
  Cause these niggas is known for (Bumpin fools off)
  And they takin over (If your crew's off)
  You got thugs with machines, assault teams
  Regulating things from Brownsville to Fort Green
  Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh
  People are blessed, with slugs that'll eat through your vest
  Boriquas for heaters (Down to bust)
  And them New Jers' niggas is down with us
  I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon
  Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerbellum
  We welcome, visitors with open arms, and firearms
  And sick terrorists with bombs
  And, when you slide through on the VI, son
  Pack your bags and don't forget your nine and have a good time
  
  Chorus: Billy Danze
  
  [Billy Danze]
  
  Get your Mac, get your gat, head for 95
  Stop, pick up your dogs, tell em, "Let's ride"
  Throw in some du-op shit, lean in your car
  Knowing you'll hear some new O.C. or Gang Starr
  It ain't to far once you into VA
  Fuck with your high-beams and see who's going your way
  Keep your ??, so the man won't trap you
  Now leadin the convoy to the Big Apple!
  Tell your homies, "Fuck that thing" dip in the left lane
  Make your Honda Accord perform like a plane
  You in Deleware, you almost hear
  The New Jersey Turnpike, is right there (right there)
  Haul-ass, make your backwheels spin
  Get in the wind, your under a hundered miles in
  When you reach the Lincoln Tunnel, black, hit me on my box
  We on the other side of that bitch with Cognac and glocks
  
  Chorus: Lil' Fame and Billy Danze
  
  Home, sweet home, nigga. Home team, nigga. Home team. Your home
  nigga, your home, nigga. Come on back. Come on back. Mash Out Posse.
  Firing Squad. ‘99, baby, ‘99. Hiphop. Lock it down. One time for
  your mind. Salute, salute. First Family.