• Artist: Drip Gang
• Song Title: H.N.I.C.(Head Niggaz In Charge)
• Album: United We Stand,Divided We Fall

[cam'ron]
Yo, I leave jail smoothly, jump in the pale hooptie
F**k the d***-suckin-ass n**** male groupies
Diplomats, you look at alliance, you shook in defiance
I'm cookin up coke, lookin for clients
I got the AK, SK, 40 cal
Scope red on your head still 40 thou' (40 thousand)
Worse than files of {?} turf burstin blaow
Give the church my child, ask to nurture thou
Cause I've seen the hearses now
But if this was Gilligan's Isle, Thirstin Howl, wow
Look at his kicks, they worth a thou'
Isn't it sad, do what I say and wish that you had
You Michigan crabs, you stabbed you piss in a bag
Or worse than that, zipped in a bag
Broke to fractions, a division of math
From, Hollywood, s**ttin on Shaft, we go hard
Killa Killa Killa, Killa uh uhh

[juddihz]
killa
let me get at'em
white boys say my flowz is b****en
takin all lives women and children
hated on by many but none dare confront me
uzi and aks kill off fake rappers like pimp-c and bun-b
i'm tha harlem gangsta
one of the greatest in fact
was sent here by big-l
so we wouldnt fall off tha map
i'm 17 but still got grown men stories
get called denzel because my road to glory
was workin nicks and dimes before i touched a brick
crackheads steady comin back cause they love my s**t
28 grams in a ounce n**** weight my blow
tha black george jung with a ghetto flow
respect me or stop n**** i'm cocky
129th killed creed so i'm harlem's rocky
i aint superman but i pitch faster than a speeding bullet
u cant get it to tha block faster than i cook it
i'm royalty n**** dont even eye my thrown
i'm tha king of new york since jay-z is gone
basically u need hollows to put this youngn to rest
but i'm tha greatest rapper's ghost so they go through my chest
u cant kill off something tha wasnt planned
rocafella,dipset,drip gang