Yo Ras slow your roll I'm 'bout to bag this here's metal
Don't fuck with the skins if she's trying to act shitty
My fist stands firm because I'm, black and solid
Bring the blunts and the brew so
Don't come around town without the hip in your hop
Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney
A bachelor, lookin' for a bachlelorette
Extra P hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely
I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry's Kids
People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney
From the projects, the PJ's, fuck them two DJ's
So respect yourself Son, and come and gimme love
Battlin MC's, from JFK to Russia
Aiyyo swing, swing, swing, to chop, chop, chop
I'm uptown chillin', takin' in this grand master Vic blend
MC's wanna attack me but them punks can't cope
She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty
Is a whole bunch of beats and a Blass full of ass
So chill with the beef money, we got a Jetti
Your crew don't want it and your crew don't want it
I open up your pores like a plate full of collards
Boy I smack you up, like I was your old grand
Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped
But the only thing I ask when I return from my task
Large Professor in the house, you know how we do
Eff with for the rest of my life" yeah, yeah now check the method
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Self mission, I had her in the ill position
I hope you get it, as I stand, grip this mic inside my hand
So I won't sweat it, drop the C's for the youthful crew
Whassup kids? The AB is speaking from the moon
'Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped
The Tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment
Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it, drop it
When we over joints like this we never cruddy
And the rest of the crew, I meet you guys in front the cleaners
Check it out, 'cause my conception is immaculate
Once again the Ab is who you think of
I'm up in the gulley, that's when I am her bBuddy
The beat feels like a never-ender but all things good must
As I proceed with what you need like Akinyele
I hope you like Malboro, Paul you know we thorough like Denver
Saying, "Large youse the soul brother that I'd like to
Rapper Nas on topic, seems we're gonna rock it
A whip looks complete when the tires say Firelli
I'll have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love Boat
Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Shout to the guru, primo and Zulu Zulu
It's Extra P and yo Tip I'm 'bout to set it
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The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC
But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it
MC's don't have no winds, MC's don't have no winds
A first degree burn from my man Ken's cigarette
Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty
So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya
Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto
Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill
I stay on your crew like Mario Lemieux, peace to Ike Love
There's 8 Million Stories in the city, it's a pity
Back to you MC's, this is what you're gonna get
C'mon take it easy wouldya, easy, easy
So move back yaself dread, you know the element
On the country once again here to win
Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he's a junkie
Thanks for your support, aiyyo I'll be home soon
"I love you, you love me"