Woorden: Bizzy Bone. Marchin' On Washington.

[Gunfire & Explosions Sound]

[Bizzy Speaking]
It's time to give up the ghost. (Yo, what the fuck is this nigga)?<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
Give up the ghost. (Shit, niggaz can't even get it on nowadays).
Niggaz probably think we crazy up in this motherfucker, ha ha ha.
I got my mob up in this motherfucker. (My cousins fightin cousins).
Oh and they ready for war.
Let me hear my regime, make some motherfucking noise.
It's a war going on in the universe against good and evil.

[Crowd Roars]
Niggaz don't give a fuck out here, boy.
It's a war going on out here, you ain't knowing.
Can I smoke, smoke? Can I smoke?
I tell you, it's a war going on out here.
It's good and evil man.
That's my camouflage, motherfucker.
You boys is off the hook.

[Bizzy Rapping]
It's a war going on and my dogs is raw.
Nigga look in your rearview and tell me what you saw.
I see this bulletproof nigga with his hand on his gun.
I said nigga, you push the gas and somebody run.
We all scatter from the chit chat bang.
You think I'm high nigga, you got me fucked up.
I'm looking through your eyes nigga.
And I'm tough as fuck, coughing daily.
Nigga, look the same popped comet coming at you.
Who's gonna stop it? I say we dropping these hits.
Straight platinum, can you hack it?
Hell yeah, I'm been rapping since you was going on, what's happening?
Run DMC, can you walk this way?
Hell naw nigga, but I can sure pull my pistol and pop you,
stupid motherfucker.