HooknS.A.S.:n(Diamonds are forever)nThrow ya hands in the sky if ya feel my vibe liken(Diamonds are forever)nThe Roc is still alive but we never was signedn(Forever)nBut May' and Mega was never-ever, ever-ever ever-ever ever-evernEver-ever ever-ever ever-evernnVerse 1nMayhem:nClose your eyes and imaginen'Magine me and Mega in StatennDuckin' shots from Magnums just cuz of our accentsnThen I realized we had a god-given talentnThough we sellin' crack brother, it was hard living balancednAnd you pitch white, London is not HarlemnYour block starving, both places we got startednThe Coogi wear and move three pairsnSo call our neighbors like who's gonna carenHuh, furthermore, who's gonna hear yanWill murk them boys, get moved in ya areanDo you believe him, sayin' we ain't U.K. RapnWhen we the reason that half of the U.K. rapnStop it, you know what you writin' is oursnI ain't chocolate, so why you haters bitin' my barsn(And I'm like) more than what you call a groupnIt's S.A.S., Streets All SalutenGet the albumnnHooknnVerse 2nMega:nWhen I shot CDs Blood, they said I'd returnnBut you will not see me until they said I returnednI tell 'em to learn, it's funny, what's the point of your albumnIf you ain't makin' no money or points off ya albumnChanged the game, all my niggaz determinenWhat we spittin' is burnin', doc is sittin' its urbannAh, what us niggaz raw, too much for a British tournYour cracks'l keep your plaques on your little wallsnYou dudes hate, why ya envy menCuz I move base like I'm MTVnI ain't tryna be on top of the boxnBut I guess when I'm cockin' my Glock the top'll get poppednKanye tried to talk some sense in himnCouple months later, seems there's no convincing himnAnd I'm like oh Jesus, foes they won't leave usnThey keep takin' shots at ya boy like goal keepersnnHooknnVerse 3nMega & (Mayhem):nWe gettin' figures and made, and you can't change thatn(Kidders said we can stay but still we came back)nNow we over here, they don't care where Dame atn(The seal source gonna be like where's ya chain at)nYeah he did that, he tried to deciet youn(He ain't spit the facts, he lied to the people)nWe just spit the crack and grind like badekon(Now we Diplomats and fly like a eagle)nThe game doesn't change when we came for some changenWe rearranged the game but it stayed the samen(Now all I need for you is to have faith in DamenBut it was all an illusion like David Blaine)nWhen we name the city, you should call it Blitz Townn(We keep 'em climaxin' and tryna spit now)nThis whole Roc-A-Fella thing Blood, is not my chancenThey wanna block are advancen(They wanna stop we can't because)nnHook