[Verse 1: XL] We're from the be to the O-S-T-O-N Where cats double push friends for dollars and gems Platinum artistes they don't want to come here (nah) Not cause of lack of money or bitches, but out of fear Rappers up here be gettin' overlooked for years Started hatin' on eachother sabotagin' careers Ten o' the best MC's we got to offer To shut down you cock blockin' shit talkers
[Verse 2: Ed O.G.] Mad niggaz think they flossin' in rap But no one knew Boston could rap Till Edo put this shit on the map Now the change is drastic, Hip-Hop got Jurassic And none of you Boston bastards made a classic Got the right voice, make the right noise Can't stand none of you niggaz and none of you white boys My men's is down to take the city, hands down From the ropes to Pakis all the way to Landsdown
[Verse 3: Big Juan] How you gon' lie about the place that you're from? The house you grow up in, the block that you hung Politics ain't my fortay You gettin' fucked without the foreplay Heaven trouble comin' through the doorway G ain't playin' you dubs in the clubs And heads ain't showin' you no love in the Hub Spend time on the road, hotel's all alone Not for Hillstreet times ain't no place like home
[Chorus: x 4 Guru] I'ma get home, I'ma get there Make it back even if I'm caught outthere
[Verse 4: JaySon] When I think of the Bean I think of the artist who Got fucked over by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities Aks Kane, Moe Dee, Mo Vaughn and Eric B. Murdapan, Deathchester and Glocksbury The weed's extra sticky, coke's extra heavy
"Boston" [Verse 5:Big Shug] It's the chin checkin', Chuck chokin' predator Boston rap (Big Shug) Murdapan settler (huh) I'm bettin' the stakes be high, when you die Diss the crew, and lose the sight in you eyes We multiply to bring the real on the track Cross the line and there ain't no goin' back (fuckin' fag) In fact, these niggas will rip ya ass apart Bury that head in Franklin and your body in Hyde Park
[Verse 6: G-Squared] We make history daily Represent Boston like Arabs and Israelis Police tail me, backstabbers try to nail me DJ's play me at the clubs past eleven On 88.9, 94.5 and Hot97 Beantown's a cold city Dorchester gritty Murdered over a fifty, hometown ain't it shifted I travel the map but I always come back To burn it down behind 24 tracks
[Verse 7: Krumb Snatcha] Shoot outs fit niggas get twist in the Bean Below the exploded magazine leave my head on the scene Long time to Glocksbury twist your nine on the spot Either you out to get this paper, or you work for the cops My don stylo finally ya niggaz know how it go Most hated at the back with the gats at the show Quick to die with the stripes on squeezing like a python Half the industry ya already dead before the mic's on
[Verse 8: Akrobatik] My rapstyle's changed like Rodman's head It's Akrobatik representin' Common Square (Hell yeah) Where you can hop on the Red Line And catch me at the Middle East Wippin' hoes close to headline The winter's east Stone Cold like Steve Austin But I promise my heart will never leave Boston And that's the bottom line cause Akro say so Intimidatin' with my pitch changed up