{Melachi The Nutcracker}
  Yo my rhymes are deep, when I walk thru the streets
  If you wanna eat, you gotta work for this meat
  The stress is building, people are losing their children
  I can feel the pain, just from the blood spilling
  I ain't sittin around chillin waitin for that
  I'd rather make moves with my man Lil Dap
  Too many people killin made me lose my mind
  Crime don't pay, it's just a waste of time
  You should shine like a sun, or the Holy One
  Blessed with a gift to get the job done
  Nutcracker's the one, and New York is where I'm from
  Group Home for the year 2 g, let's get it on son
  
  Chorus: Lil Dap (repeat 3X)
  
  Straight like that, why these niggas beefin for rap
  Matter of fact, puttin Brooklyn down on the map
  No turnin back, rollin with my A-Mob cats
  
  {Steph Lova}
  Yo, this is for my dogs, can't forget my divas
  Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like pitas
  Cuz the Love is off the meter, on any givin
  Weep the compition shiftin cliffin like what!?!
  Spittin up blood from the slugs caught in the club
  Just because the fucker been thought and ducked
  What you get for thinkin, have all you cats rinkin
  The crew that have sink and shot the engine out your Lincoln
  Just for livin, you know I talk alot of shit, but that's a given
  Gats stay hidden, cause all this is forbidden
  From my side of the chalk, you sell crack till your rap shit kick off
  Or a beef kick off, heard 3 shots lick off
  Spark the riot up north
  
  Chorus 2X
  Yo straight like that, yo straight like that
  
  {Lil Dap}
  Yo my little nigga is my nigga till the day that we die
  Clean out my inside before I rest my eyes
  This is for my niggas livin out there in the streets
  Searching for peeps, hopin someone hears us upstairs
  Blockin out my fears, time to get fame this year
  So what's your hobby son? Comin from Brooklyn, New York
  Like 10 years in the game, with the Group Home name
  When cats were scared, to step or even walk in the train
  
  Chorus 3X