Da Beginning of da End

[Rock:]
 I rep Hel', fresh out of jail, Brownsville scheming
 Ya'll wanna see me up north, but I'm down the hill creeping
 Niggas keeping and keeping they beef, with they cops still singing
 I'm getting my gwop, still eating
 Loudest one in the flock, still street, pass me the pot, I'm still chief
 And I'm pacing over you, just a thief on the weekend
 Beef with me, into you bleeding and hit with some feces
 Sucker MC's, sucker MC, when they run with they feet, bitches
 Well, kinda, big Rock's tougher than leather
 With slum to get set up, he's dumping forever
 The king of pot, there is none higher
 You nickel bag smoker, need to call me sire
 With Reggie Miller to the Isaac Hayes, straight fire
 Who said it, just ight, this bitch a liar
 I'm fixing to Ike her, I gets it rock and ready rock
 Filled with the Rock, not guilty, y'all feel me
 [Sean Price:]
 I carry a gun, pa, Marbury your thunder
 Switchblade, bitch made, niggas like Un God
 All white Nikes with a knife to cut krills
 Turn a dead butt like Buffie, bring back pocket of bills
 I ain't got mills, but I got a couple of thou'
 I ain't got a gun, but I bet I fuck you up now
 Fucking with I, have you niggas touching the sky
 Wings on your back, Kanye singing the track
 Slinging my crack, muthafucka, shopping a demo
 I pop at your temple, muthafucka sing about that
 Listen, fuck a hip hop, I take ya wrist watch
 Put the gun to your tongue and make you lick shots
 Make a pit stop, by the piss spot
 You wanna take a pull? You can kick rocks
 [Rock:]
 I'm like that's not a gun, this is a gun, we?
 Who wanna rumble with me ol' Rockadile Dundee
 I rule the underground, I'm Pimp C, Bun B
 Lord Jazz Do-It-All and Mr. Funkee
 Mr. Bummy FlyJab, some of ya'll mad
 I can scrape up one twenty five cash
 I had too much dirt to double you niggas
 Nothing in the world was gon' keep me from crushing you bitches
 [Sean Price:]
 Yeah two in your dome rhyme, funeral home time
 Announce death to you, I'm Phil Rizzuto with mine
 This Puerto Rican bitch called me papi chulo, but I'm
 Not with the gwala shit, fill the hollow tip in the nine, I'm
 Nice with a nine, I'm nice with the rhyme
 52 block will snot box, right in his prime
 Line for line, top five dead or alive
 Two of them dead, and soon as the other three die
 I'm number one!