[Hook] {x2} Felli Fel, Chino XL, that's what's up I'm gon' spit that fire Chino XL, Felli Fel, that's what's up I'm gon' spit that fire [Verse One] We're here to make sure Puerto Rico stay on the map I'm to metaphor what Game is to gangsta rap Ride with Felli in the Range with the heat on my lap You Whitney Houston in the hood, guaranteed to get crack Here's another Power 106 anthem You a Chrystler 300, I'm a Rolls Royce Phantom I stand up, repping with the Broadcast Professionals Till our pockets are swollen up like Usher's nose It's the same Chino XL from back in the days Not even 30 yet but carry AK's Pulling it off the stage, folding people like accordions Ron Artest, f**ing up the whole audience Try to diss Vinny I'll whip your a** in person You gon' need LL's plastic surgeon Felli Fel with the Lyrical Messiah Think of me as a caveman, I invented fire [Hook] [Verse Two] Felli drop the sirens DJ's vanish Silent like the "h" in Spanish Borrowed this beat from Aftermath's team Tech my Dr. Dre, plus Sway is my Jimmy Iovine These rappers ain't street crooks They go both way like a little kid crossing the street looks I'm the wrong beast to push, try me I'll have Heaven overcrowded like tsunami (Felli's the west coast Funk Flex!) f** that Flex is the east coast Felli Fel, respect that Artist's don't want it with Chi XL Yo Sway, let me smack 'em on T.R.L Power 106 and Felli...dangerous I stay high like P. Diddy's child support payments The strangest written pages, rappers die slow More than divorce b**hes kicking in Tae Bo Felli deserve riches rippin' that radio (Chi and Felli smoke out) Like we were Krazy Bone [?] Can I get an "amen"? (Amen) Other DJ's spinning like Badu when she was dumped by Common (Aw man) One verse, you my fan from than on Burst you with hand guns that size of a cannon I'm a B-Boy and a gangsta both officially now Have your body full of holes like they spots on a cow [Hook]