Hook This is it, what?/ 3D is gonna hold it down for the X, but/ You niggas gotta recognize that he's the next up/ And M-Park has got his back, if you step up/...You gettin' stepped on V-1 Introducing, 3rd Degry the next to hold the crown down/ In the boogie down now, get ready for the movement/ I wanna see you movin', heads nodding to the music/ Smooth with the way, I lays it down, cause I am tuned in/ In tune with the borough, and the, truest of players/ And the, crew is so thorough, what we, do is so major/ How we, cruise through the city, gotta, do me a favor/ But I, doubt that you will so I'm a, bring in the flavor/ I'm the, koolaid to a track, tang as a matter fact/ Verbal homicide, my, language could murder rap/ Slang which is understood, bump this in every hood/ Kings bridge to Queens bridge, I do what a savior should/ Salvage the ghetto in every sense of the word, ya heard!/ Bringin' back the music I know my people prefer/ And further more, I'm cooking up a storm, so I could serve it off/ Come and get it while its hot, believe me, you're better off/ And I'm on my job, no dog, I'm never off/ And I'm never calling out, homie better quote the boss/ Leave me on the wettest roof, I ain't never falling off/ Now that I'm on top of this, I ain't never getting off/ That's right I said it ya'll, I do it for the Bronx, and/ Now that I'm stepping on, I ain't never stepping off/ Hook V-2 Boricua to the fullest out the borough of the bullies/ Where we don't bury the beef unless we got burners in hoodies/ Hope you people understood me, cause if not, I knew you wouldn't/ And I'm just too good to handle, gotta handle on the hood, and/ The entire game, the Empire State, and my empire's reign/ Retires names, and throws you liars right into the fire's flame/ Man on fire if you try me man/ Not even firefighters wanna fight the flame, F.D.N.Y is quite ashamed/ N.Y.P.D can't even tough em man/ Love em or hate em, you hate to love em but above em ain't no other man/ I got the upper hand, one hand above the other/ And I pray upon a bible, cause I gotta get discovered man/ Don't judge my cover, or listen to any other man/ I gotta oven hand, write fire, gotta understand/ I'll be the one to land, start giving everyone a hand/ (hand em) a lifesaver, so their never going under man/ Under dirt, under sand, underneath, and Uncle Sam/ Will never laugh again, knowing that you got another plan/ To overcome, and come up out the hood, get on out for good/ But I'll never forget about it, cause, you never should/ And I never will, still, cause I never could/ BX stand up and stay where you forever stood/ Hook

Jay Streetz V-1 Ayo! You already know my steez/ And if you don't, take a minute, while I go straight through with a breeze/ Always rolling with my niggas, that were movin' them trees/ With 2 rules, do you, but never snitch to the D's/ But the drug game was never really part of my scene/ I had a jump shot, so hoops was the start of my dreams/ I was a war soldier, roamin' with chrome holders/ With a mean hook, and an even meaner cross over/ Born holder, natural born scorer/ Never seemed to get seen by a team for exposure/ Redeem my composure, sewn all the flaws up/ Now goals shown through the eyes of the beholder/ Pimp game stronger/ Dirt, fuck brushing it off, I need help to get a load off the shoulders/ And fold all the jokers, who bluff like its poker/ Expose and promote us, to D's and beat walkers/ But rap got me crazy respect/ So I don't sweat these faggots, or their so called "gangster" attempts/ To try and knock a nigga off course from being his best/ By all means, and all costs, I'll bring the pain to your set/ Yea a real pain in the neck/ That'll stab you in the side of your throat, and leave you with a pain in ya neck/ So please, be ease, and don't fuck with the team cause... 3rd Degry V-2 You know my steez, how I be's, in the P's (Projects)/ Where we flea from the D's, stash G's in the trees/ Need degrees to succeed or to leave, but I see/ A loophole in the process, please let it be!/ Can it be? What the G's in the streets, said to me/ About the, craft that I mastered, being the key/ To the cars, and the cribs, and the chicks, and the cheese/ So I harvest the bars that I spit, just to be/ Ahead of the next best, the best of the best, yet/ They don't seem to realize, that he's the best bet/ The bets are all in, the odds are against him/ That his best performance ain't good enough to be best yet/ You gets it? I'm 2 times the average, 2 times the classics/ (Inhales) Puff 2 times and pass it/ 2 times the bastard, 2 times as bad/ Write, 2 times the lines, on, 2 times the pad/ 2 times the rhymes, for 2 times the cash/ But the true crime should be charged to who signed ya ass/ Listening to you! I get 2 times the laughs/ Now multiply it all, I'm 2 times the math/...

Verse Since the beginning of my rhyming days, I've rhymed in ways, that right away, would quite amaze/ Ignite a stage and blaze a mic, but that was then, and nowadays/ They gotta craze, for how my phrases, burn a page/ And every verse I murder, jumps into an urn, after every word I say/ And then these people, got the nerve to say/ I'll never make it, cause I'm fakin', they just hatin', I'm a take my turn today/ I'll never turn away, I'll earn my pay, and earn my way in/ So once I get in, everyone 'll know I deserve to stay/ And I'm a turn the game into something that's worth playing/ Cause every song I hear nooow ain't even worth playing/ I'm saying, music just ain't what it used to be/ It used to be the truth to me, now it ain't even moving me/ It set the mood for me, while I was on the stoop/ Now I'm in the booth, trying to show and prove, I'm a true emcee/ Nobody's schoolin' me, I'm hot, and their trying to be cool with me/ (Now that didn't make no sense) Cool it b!/ Lemme do what I do, and when I'm through, you can do your thing/ But until then, I'm doing me/ So, get ya shit together, this is how you could get better/ Study everything I say, and try and say it a little better/ Better said I'm the best, so instead/ Promote me, and invest, with interest, in the 3rd Degry/ And word to me, the Bronx is back, no need to worry b!/ Cause I'm a take it further than you heard, you niggas heard of me/ The...

Verse When the east is in the house, you gotta sneak up in the house/ Have respect and get ya sneakers off my couch, you ain't Rick James!/ And I Charlie Murphy, I ain't got no Hollywood Stories/ Because this ain't Hollywood, dog we/ Live in the projects, the place of lost progress/ Where ever since B.I.G passed, rap has been garbage/ Where the hardest artists are heartless/ Regardless what they say to me, its all nonsense/ And I gotta do, whatever is logical/ Cause honestly, I think ya'll 'do little' like the Dr. do/ (Got it?) Got it dude, I gotta do whatever is possible/ So promise you'll follow my lead, and do what you gotta do/ To bring us back to the top spot, the top notch/ Stop oc, the game is on lock! but we pop locks/ Lock spots, and you niggas are not Pac/ So stop, drop and roll, before you get shot, popped/ And boxed up, cause you niggas are not tough/ Get knocked, then come back to the block to get locked up?/ That's not thug, its dumb!/ I see you twiddling your thumbs like what we gon' do since this nigga popped up/ He's hot, he's new, he's young, he's fresh to death/ And I believe ya'll should take a rest, and lemme handle this/ The east coast savior, will save ya/ From danger, or any strangers, that claim us/ Its NYC, Bronx, Manhattan, Harlem/ Brooklyn, Staten Island, I got em/ Even though, they know shit about me/ Besides when it comes to rap, I'm a problem/ And there ain't a math wiz to solve em/ The outcome is, how come they doubt em?/ I have no clue, but that's why I choose/ To continue destroying these instrumentals/...

V-1 Lord knows if I'll ever find out/ You either livin' on the run, or you tryin' hide out/ Could be stuck on the crime route, with ya 9 out/ As for me, I'm in the booth, gettin' every line out/ I'm out/ Meanwhile, my niggas standin' by the corner like a teacher put em on timeout! (time out!)/ I need a break from the madness, the sickness/ The sadness, I've witnessed, the baddest/ Of situations! And still I'm patient, waitin' for the day to come, when I face the gun/ GOD please come and save ya son/ But ever since Morpheus chose me, I became the One/ Now I'm on the rise, trying to chase the sun/ No fakin', takin' every break that comes/ Debatin' whether I'm a make it, ummm!/ Hard to tell, but I pray it comes/ Cause it'll be the chance for me to answer some and tell em/... Hook V-2 I done seen it all, done some more, seen em short, seen em tall/ Seen em come, seen em fall, seen the summer, seen the fall/ Saw the sea while on a seesaw/ All for one, and one for all, do I know it all, never, I just notice more!/ Got the call, so I answered it/ Give up? Not at all, gotta manage it/ Without damagin', ya manhood, handlin', anything you can again/ Sorry if I'm ramblin', but dammit nigga, I'm a gem/ Diamond in the rough, and its rough when you scramblin'/ Examining ya map, to understand ,why it is you trapped again/ I snapped up out of it, but out of it, came badder shit/ And accidents were happenin', that shouldn't have been happenin'/ So happened I was half the man, that had the plan, I thought I had/ I had to have a talk with me! And it was sad/ I had to ask, to see why I fought for it/ Still confused by the thought of it/ So what's the meaning? Hook V-3 I've! Lived and learned, then learned to live/ Was my turn to give, advice like this, listen! Never burn ya bridge/ Its your only way back, so, God forbid/ You lose that, could you handle it?/ Not me! In all honesty, honestly, I'm not a wanna be, cause I don't wanna be/ Gotta follow prophecy, especially if the prophets me and it'll profit me, cause its part of policy/ So my apologies, to those, that gotta bleed, before you find out what life's about/ Cause then as soon as the shine come, ya lights is out/ Legit, hold ya head my nigga, fight it out/ Ames do the same, you gotta grind it out/ And my conscience told me that the time was now but...

Verse Look, I'm the industry's newest nightmare/ Yea I'm on my high horse, while ya'll in ya high chairs/ And you new borns, are still too new to the ideas/ Check the news, niggas knew they were losing their rights here/ Losing they lives here, while losing they minds here/ Searchin' the lost and found to see if they minds there/ But see, my theory is keeping the mind clear/ So you can see the signs believe me they right there/ If you, open your eyes, and visualize fear/ It should come to no surprise that you can't survive here/ And you can analyze that! Give it a try here/ But its likely, you might just see ya demise here/ Cause see, you can die here, from being afraid/ Day in and day out, of what you see and you say/ You see me? I'm just leadin' the way/ So take heed! To the ways of the streets 'fore they diggin' grave/ You maybe, just a kid on your way/ But maybe, every nigga on your block can't see it that way/ All they see is a reason to hate/ And maybe, its the exact same reason why they beefin' today/ We all sleep, but believing you safe, is crazy/ So maybe, niggas gotta try sleepin' awake/ It may seem like I'm eager to chase and make cream/ But maybe, that's cause I ain't gotta reason to wait/ A sensei simply teaching the way to break free/ And break loose from the breaks life handed to me/ And they say I don't have what it takes/ But maybe, if they took a look around, they would see what I say/ I mean, I feel a need to escape/ But lately, the limit is the sky, and that's exactly what I scrape/ (Uh!) And that's exactly why I'm great/ Young, hispanic and gifted, give me some space/ To O-P-E-R-ate/ Cause rap needs surgery, and, I just took it to the E.R. wait!/ Till I'm done, and you see that its saved, seein' the change/ You niggas never see what's right, you only see the mistakes!/ But never, mistake me for hitting the brakes/ I'm on the move, when I move, better get out the way/ I'll never lose/ And the proof's, in what I do and I say/ You niggas choose to be fools then you lose anyway/ I got my groove, and the truth's in the music I make/ Gotta do you times 2 just to be where I've stayed/ Look, the Bronx is back, and I'm the spine/ The heart of the borough, its heartbeat is mine/ And, this star needs to shine, f'real!/ Cause I will kill for mine, but chill!/ My mark is defined, and still!/ Ya'll don't respect I, you will!/ Sooner or later...

Hook You can only go up from the bottom/ I know its so tough life ain't nothing but problems/ I know you had enough, its been rough trying to solve em/ And no matter what the world keeps on revolvin' but/ You can only go up from the bottom/ I know its so easy giving up from the bottom/ I know that things ain't looking up from the bottom/ But you gotta keep looking up from the bottom/ 3rd Degry V-1 You can only go up from the bottom's what I tell myself/ But shit ya'll, I'm in hell myself/ I can't even help myself/ I've held myself, back so many years, I feel like I'm 12 myself/ I tell myself everyday, how its gone get better/ I'm gone make it, but its like I've only felt myself/ And I ain't tryin' to sell myself, or end up on a shelf myself/ Cause I'm fire, I could melt myself/ I'm sayin', I disappoint myself/ Just knowing I gotta point, and I still miss the point myself/ I made the same choice myself/ When I see them middle fingers in the air, that all you niggas hoist yourselves/ Fuck it! I used to doubt myself/ Trying to make it out the hood when mom couldn't even get out herself/ And I ain't trying to ground myself, put down myself/ But all I know is I'm lost, and I ain't found myself/ Yet... Hook Nme V-2 Free fall, I hit bed rock bottom/ Speedin' through my demons and I dread not stoppin'/ Fast pace, through this vast place, I craft haste, to make tracks/ To getta taste of the cheese my craft (Kraft) makes/ In that case, I'm better off, stashin' mad weight/ Flashin' mad cake, and crashin' bad/ Cause this rap shit for cash, is only provin' what the kid say/ You wanna make bread, you can't do it the Legit way/ Shit hey! I'm keepin' it real/ You can say whatever you want, I'm always gone speak how I feel/ Turn it up and let the speakers reveal/ How the speaker reveals, his rage, whenever niggas speak of a deal/ Cause these bars ain't feedin' me meals/ I'm just drunk off words, the liquor fades, and the dream is concealed/ Its so hard I'm shooken up, I got problems cookin' up/ At the bottom, but I gotta thank God I'm lookin' up/ Hook 3rd Degry V-3 Look, My emotions got the best of me/ Cause its like I got the right ingredients, and I just can't come up with the recipe/ I'm tryin' to eat, but they rather see me starvin'/ Now I'm cookin' up a storm ya'll that's my specialty/ And yet still, they wanna see the death of me/ Niggas from the back now tryin' to get ahead of me/ I'm from the bottom, and still they wanna step on me/ I don't understand Lord, how you gone let this be?/ I'm sorry, I shouldn't question your authority/ But ain't too many other out there who workin' as hard as me/ Smart as me, for starters see, they don't take it as far as me/ So pardon me, I partially feel, I got the balls to be/ The leader of this poverty stricken, lottery pickin'/ Dinner gotta be chicken, in the spot that we live in/ Ghetto, we call home, where they robbin' and killin'/ But this elevators on the way up so just get in/ Cause...

V-1 I'm from the blocks of the Bronx/ Where every kids dream is to spit a 16 or to ball like LeBron/ Till he catch beef in the hall, and its on!/ Gets, kicked outta school, school's callin' his mom/ Where the father's are gone from birth/ And the last thing you said you would do for money becomes the first/ Shit! Kicks and cars become your thirst/ Get shot, or put behind bars, which one's worse?/ Look! You gotta pick one first/ And Lord knows, I wasn't really big on church, please forgive me/ This where relationships end in death/ Cause homie couldn't take the fact that she up and left/ Where babies get found in dumpsters/ Where niggas get jumped or murdered for wearing the wrong colors/ And where its hard to be neutral/ Where people get hit by stray bullets while they on they blue tooth/ Hook I'm from the Bronx Where niggas on the same ole grind The Bronx Where most niggas served some time The Bronx Where most niggas want some shine The Bronx Where most niggas lose they mind I'm from the Bronx Where most girls have 2 kids The Bronx Where most mothers need that wic The Bronx Where most shorties smoke that shit The Bronx Where I'm proud to be from bitch! V-2 I'm from the borough where life's the roughest/ And the only way out in my mind, is playing them numbers/ Where the kids grow up the toughest/ Mom on drugs, dad's gone, so they born to suffer/ Get bullied up in school/ Cause they don't gotta family, and they don't got clothes, same hoodie up in school/ Holes in they shoes, gettin' beat up everyday/ So of course they comin' home to light the weed up, and to play/ Fuck homework, cause they learn, you hustle, you get paid/ So, now they on the corner with a pack up on they waist/ Where the cops have they way with niggas/ I started thinkin' we were roaches myself the way they sprayin' niggas/ Hook V-3 I'm from where mothers have it the worst when raising a son/ Cause they think they raise em right, till they raising a gun/ Where the daughters are first to go/ Cause by the time they hit 12 they on birth control, it hurts to know/ Where Fordham's always packed in the summer/ And where Dr. G be on 161 in the Hummer (Uh)/ The home of the Yanks, where Pun used to rest/ Where the stress got teens all on cigarettes/ Nigga yes! Hook V-4 Its where by 18, most girls have a couple kids/ And where a, couple of bucks, getta couple of clips/ Where a, couple bucks, getta blunt and a sack/ And a snack, so you can burn and relax, that's where I'm at/ Where a, couple bucks, could get you some ass/ And fuck paying by the entrance if its free around back/ Where a, couple of thugs a break in ya Lex/ Take ya radio and rims and leave all the rest/ Leave it to us, this where its at, this how we do/ Its the Bronx niggas leave it at that, and I'm through/