[Scotty Wotty] We ain't tripping, read the sentence The Gods got it locked like upper Maine in Sam Quint-quint You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed Walking round like Deebo, cuz you sli-sli-sli-sli It's a dirty job, we get it popping har-har-har-har We turn this whole shit slamming to Mar-Mar-Mar And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab Vaccum packed, concealed, no room for breath I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? When I slip on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-awns And eat with the beast, in the valley of death-death-death Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left (left) Stomp out a roach with the decon breath All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
[U-God] Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on You can run on, and start ducking and dodging I pluck you, crush you right between the margin I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid The black flag nigga, the bio hazard The econimist of the bio standard And he sprayed the myst on them fly's that landed And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box Then I, tell my girl to change all the lo-lo-lo-lo-lo Throw my finger at the hip hop cops Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block Cuz I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
[GZA] They known to leech off people for, years and years They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas ears They set up sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth They keep they antennas up, the signals strong They got the neighborhood bugged, that's how they survived so long Immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-immu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know