Intro-
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 f** is that n***a rhymin' on the mic?
WHO IS THIS MOTHERfu*kER?
[Verse One: Psycho Les]
It's the wicked, n***a with the super dick
f**in' 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 f**in' 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 a** like a tattoo
Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk!
Da Doom Doom, Do Doom
[Verse Two: Fashion]
Yeah, cool makin' moves n***a so smooth
Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Sk**s
But Queens is like the area
I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
Now crack the f**in' sack and roll that sh** black!
Act like you want a n***a 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 s** that dick cause I love you so much
Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight
And you keep my a** climbing the f**in' 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
[Hook] 4x
::Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?::
[Verse Three: Juju]
Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
f**in' 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
[Verse Four: Grand Puba]
Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Grand time to represent flavor 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
n***as can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em
I kick the flow for the n***as with the bald heads
Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, b**h
But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullsh**!
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 motherf**er, can't you see that?
No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?
[Are you ready? Y'all ready for us?](Chorus 5x)