[Juelz Santana]
  Yeah
  Y'all know what this is we back at it (uh huh)
  Come on
  It's that nine eleven music right here man
  We in the building man
  Welcome to ground zero everybody
  Juelz Santana
  Dipset
  Hell Rell
    [Juelz Santana]
  Yo, yo I speak pain, I spit power, talk courage, breathe flowers
  Follow me thru the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers
  Don't get caught up when the street showers
  When the guns rain, the clips pour, the soldiers grip fours, then begin war
  Come on, it's Santana the Great
  Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fucker
  I'm trying to get my act together, in the booth now trying to get my rap together
  You know, I got to fire to heat the street up
  Abuse the track, and beat the beat up you know?
  You already know what I'm about homie
   I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie
  You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie
  Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me
  You know I ain't stopping yet
  You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet
  I'm in the mist of a bidding war
  And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit
    [Chorus]
  Yes the boys are back at it
  Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
  So line em up, shoot em down
  Do it know
  Welcome to ground zero
  Tell 'em it's ground zero
  Line em up, shoot em down
  Do it know
  Welcome to ground zero
  Tell 'em it's ground zero
  Yes the boys are back at it
  Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
    [Cam'Ron]
  Killa, yo, these girls told you I'm the man right? (right?)
  Well listen to lover
  When I beef, visions are gutter
  Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother
  I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother
  The shit is disguster
  Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by evil
  Yeah, I see your bitch is impressed, my kicks is all fresh
  This shit on my chest, by Mitchell and S.
  I got her opened, hoping she's not, I'd have her crack in her tits, coke in her twat
  Have her crack up the strip, coke up the block
  She'd get cracked up and hit, keep soaping your cycle mami
  My girls lay up in suites, a half of cake of week, and masturbate like Tweet
  Killa, I be popping the oozies, copping them Coogis, eyes on the drop real droopy
  Mair is snoopy, look at your hooptie, rocking the rubies
  Hop in the hoochie, popping her coochie
  Chill while I'm chasing millions
  I'm a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh)
  Don't play with villas', vacate the building
  Or the eights will come and rape your children
  Yeah, it's a kilo to a milligram
  I'm still the man, word to Killa Cam (Killa Cam)
    [Chorus]
  Yes the boys are back at it
  Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
  So line em up, shoot em down
  Do it know
  Welcome to ground zero
  Tell 'em it's ground zero
  Line em up, shoot em down
  Do it know
  Welcome to ground zero
  Tell 'em it's ground zero
  Yes the boys are back at it
  Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
    [Jimmy Jones]
  Two of my cards and crooks slashed at two of my pawns and rooks
  For all the charms they took
  To my head of security, british the titan, clicking the fifth, and gripping it tight
  God dammit, not to mention my bishop and knights, I listen to Bridgette to White
  Makin' crucial trips through the night (highways)
  And Prince Juelz, I told you ever since Juelz
  If them faggets even flinch Juelz (bluuuuatttt)
  My dogs are gonna it 'em alive
  Forty-fours, the pleading, deleting they lives (come on)
  And Killa wallys leading the movement, for realla we wouldn't be in this movement
  Over him I might kill ya (kill ya)
  Be in a tomb, just facing my time
  Loyal on side, outside spoiler on rides, system bumping, bumping "oh boy" in the ride
  Oh boy I done slide, shit, he done came got his boy, he's ashamed at his boy
  Had to flame at a boy, over the name we employed
  Which is none other than Dip Set, for ya'll dumb motherfuckers (holla)
    [Chorus]
    Killa the Don, Freaky, Juelz Santana, BK, Harlem (whoo)
  Hell Rell, the whole Taliban, Dip Set, T. Money, Luca