See I've been rapping since the Biz Markie trigga Treacherous 3 days
Kool Moe digga Dee days Spoonie Gee days
Furious F I V E days the phase of the sheepskin craze
I rhymed in the times of the ain't no day sweeter days
I remember Puma and Adida days
Of the mockneck wearing bagging females talking days
Paid mad loot for my British Walkers
And if somebody scuffed 'em I'm a snuff 'em
And rough 'em up with loving, and stuff 'em in the oven
At 450 degrees until they tender
Cook 'em bust 'em open with the lyrics I surrender
I splash on the wack-ass crabs with my juices
Slide up in the night, and tie up they nooses
And let 'em hung in the sun til the brothers come check 'em
No jive, that's just the way I wreck 'em
I can't stop don't stop rocking to the rhythm
Cause I get down, see I get down, see I
Rock for a while, groove and got style
Great class, debonior, and a vicious profile
Fat Boys used to rip 'em with the ha-ha stick 'em
Till Dougie went and got Slick Rickie D
But if there was a jam anywhere, niggas came and got me
I wind up, see I let it fly free
Let it land where it may, see I got three aces in my hand
I got the high joker, the low joker
So what you gonna do nigga, you can't understand
How I flipped the script and I ripped as I smoked ya
I come from Brooklyn, went to school in Manhattan
The Fat Man from uptown put the Bronx in my rapping
Though money I'm earning cause I'm still learning
That the world will keep spinning, turntables keep turning
My name is known from Brooklyn to Mount Vernon
There's dough in my pocket, but don't you be concerning
Yourself with my physical health, you ain't no hit, p
