What we gonna do right here is...... 
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on 
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on 
Check it out, check it out 
Yo, yo, yo Who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic? 
WHO IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER? 

It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick 
Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH! 
One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin' 
Now you want to press rewind 
I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds 
Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds 
Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special 
Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel 
The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too 
Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo 
Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk! 
Da Doom Doom, Do Doom 

Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth 
Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills 
But Queens is like the area 
I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back 
Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black! 
Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him 
Then I have my shottie' let my brother Divine get him 
We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch 
She said I only suck that dick cause I love you so much 
Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight 
And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night 
So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it 
Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit 

Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off 
Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off 
Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews 
Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues 
Soul like a mother got the funk on lock 
You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block 
Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock 
Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks 
 
Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint 
Grand time to represent flava so strong 
Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke 
Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke 
Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em 
Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em 
I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads 
Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's 
Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch 
But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit! 
So let's get down with one of New York's finest 
Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus 
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style 
Beatnuts comin' with the rugged(Hey You, watch out now!) 
It's on motherfucker, can't you see that? 
No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at? 

Right now you're as high as a junkie with a hundred-dollar habit... 

What we gonna do right here is...... 
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on 
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on 
Check it out, check it out 
Yo, yo, yo Who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic? 
WHO IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER? 

It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick 
Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH! 
One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin' 
Now you want to press rewind 
I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds 
Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds 
Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special 
Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel 
The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too 
Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo 
Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk! 
Da Doom Doom, Do Doom 

Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth 
Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills 
But Queens is like the area 
I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back 
Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black! 
Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him 
Then I have my shottie' let my brother Divine get him 
We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch 
She said I only suck that dick cause I love you so much 
Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight 
And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night 
So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it 
Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit 
 
Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off 
Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off 
Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews 
Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues 
Soul like a mother got the funk on lock 
You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block 
Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock 
Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks 

Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint 
Grand time to represent flava so strong 
Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke 
Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke 
Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em 
Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em 
I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads 
Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's 
Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch 
But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit! 
So let's get down with one of New York's finest 
Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus 
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style 
Beatnuts comin' with the rugged(Hey You, watch out now!) 
It's on motherfucker, can't you see that? 
No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?

Right now you're as high as a junkie with a hundred-dollar habit...