[Verse 1: Jack Da Union]

NFL; That’s niggas for life, and that’s that
So you niggas need to bring my quarter back
Or you'll end up running back, especially when we're gunning black
If I don't know whether you're bringing all of my money back
And niggas never listen, don't know why
I told them niggas I was coming, they said pigs might fly
That’s a terrible predicament, now what am I to do
But turn up at your house and tell ya swine flu
Bring a couple of hungry niggas, so they might dine too
The moral of the story is niggas we will find you
And then bind you, let me remind you
To loose all hope, when secured by the rope
You see Hannah Montana may pop it and lock it
But I do it backwards, plus I infa red dot it
If we're coming to your house, then its plotted
And the knives and the guns get allotted, like

[Verse 2: Yul Brenna]

Look...
There are no rules when it comes to a feud on road
No ref can disqualify me when I attack you with the hover pole
If you turn up to a knife fight, and I do hope that you do know
You'll have more metal in you than my police man voodoo doll
You come like that on a chess board, you're bound to loose see
I'm two feet ahead of any move made by you see
Your plan will back fire if you try to move me
Your plans a cheap strap, you could have come with an Uzi
Roll on those, who try to step out of line
Stay on guard, it might be you that gets taken out tonight
You keep looking over your shoulder; you're a para-guy
A George Michael type, in jail when its shower time
Your fucked if you let your man walk because
If I'm your man, bruck my leg, until I can't walk it off
If that was me and my gang, I wouldn't let you call it off
When you dance with the devil, you wait for the song to stop, Pussy

[Verse 3: Marga]

Redkoated, so I'm coated in red
Niagara flows got me flowing over the edge
Even when I'm around Rasta man, fam no one is dred
It's not an issue, I'll miss you and dismiss you, then we'll miss you like a hole in the head
Sleep on niggas, like I'm going to bed
Eat on niggas like I roasted the veg
You don't want a war, you don't want a war
Find yourself close to the reds
Catch you slippin’ like the soap in the pen
Our attack plan is banging daily, no defence cos this Redkoat ting, got me Redkoated
And the Redkoatz, red carded Makélélé, Flows, crack addict baby
Have you foaming from the mouth, spazzing out, now you're acting all crazy
Want to clap me, its gravy; We'll beef on your stew
Run up on you niggas, and we'll eat and we'll chew
Yeah, we'll eat on your food
Rep what you sow, so your reaping is due
Niggas better know...