"Tony Starks fights again for survival,
  and by just a thin thread of electric current
  wins another victory."
    [Superb (Ghostface)]
  Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all
  (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop
  (What? Celebrities, what?)
  (Street corner) For all my niggas
  Crack spot niggas
  [Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"]
  Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches
  Yo, you know what y'all...
    Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
  Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me
  Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
  Leave him there, never know, get him off me
  I remember days when we just fucked bitches
  Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave.
  Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes
  and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
  I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all
  Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
  But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
  You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
  I remember on the Island, can't tone out
  The mess hall crawler, about to zone out
  Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
  We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
    [Chip Banks]
  See.. see.. see me
  I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and
  make the post and from pagin, sin astasian
  When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
  We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'
  Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes
  Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those
  Jury stay froze, court cases get closed
  Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them
  Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em
  The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em"
  The best, what y'all expect? He a vet
  Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul
  when we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele'
    [Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2]
  From Riker's Island to the Camay Island
  We thugs like, life is the same challenge
  Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
  And if you live the streets, you better stay silent
    [Ghostface Killah]
  Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies
  Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
  Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry
  Fainted when the book mentioned me
  Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences
  Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin
  Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century
  Best sellers, but niggas stay together
  Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz
  Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens
  You program, broke bottles of Dom
  Seven inch bangles, back breakers
  I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength
  Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes
  Dennis Coles in the latest fashions
  Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles
  Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble
    [Hell Razah]
  Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole
  Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
  Shatter your soul like glass windows
  Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe
  Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models
  We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles
  Livin life without you, can't count you as great men
  Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in
  The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in
  You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan
  Durags and our pants hangin
    [Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again]
    [Ghostface]
  Uh-huh, uh-huh
  That's right y'all
  Street corners
  Jail niggas
  Riker's Island
  Ge-Grey Haven
  Big Un
  That's right y'all
  Word up
  All y'all, all y'all crumbs
  We made it, nigga
  Step the fuck off
  True indeed, true indeed
  Yeah, Ready Red
  That's right, my nigga Born
  That's right yo
  Lil' Free in the feds
  That's right, you'll be home nigga
  Yeah, we made it
  Yeah, C Allah, word up
  That's fam
  Yeah, check it out
  Staten Island
  True indeed
  Five boroughs
  Check it, uh-huh