Never has it been so sweet to your ear
So lend it here and let go your fear
And give a green light to the man on the mic
And keep this beat cause it's just my type
And I'll ride the rhythm like a black cowboy
And I'ma get busy for y'all to enjoy
Whether dancefloor jeep or the comfort of your home
I'm kickin somethin out your back that rhymes with comb
Flippin the script because I used to be with Stet
But when shit got heck, had to step and keep the rep
Pack a forty ounce brew, leave it out it gets flat
So I'm comin freely in ninety-three with the fact
Okedoke supportin, a shoutout to the Hortons
and Burrells for supportin all the wars that we fought in
And now it's time for me to sorta claim my fame so
Please don't ask the question how low can you go
And as for traditional rappers and MC's
The Godfather sings please please please
to your parents, so I'ma sing a song to you
You're either friend or foe, so whatcha gonna do
Cause I'm
(flowin in file with a new style) -- 2X
In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
A special shout goes out to East New York
Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene
Styles upon styles, but I don't think so
Cause people only rock one style at a time
If you with it, as long as the Daddy has been
You learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme
They called the one eighty seven on a undercover cop
But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn't drop
My brother Ice-T couldn't take it no more
So he got with Sister Souljah and they bumrushed the store
Cube was inside yellin dirty Korean
Turned around looked for Yo but the cops didn't see her
