(I don't even remember how this happened) (The Crew will not understand it) (Duck Alert) (Yee-ee-aah) (Duck Alert) (Yee-ee-aah) (The Crew will not understand it) [Verse 1: Craig G] Yo, this jam is dedicated to you, boy, just listen Take off your coat, get in a fit position Cause I'm about to burn you at 450 Fahrenheit You're jealous of the crew, that's why you're staring, right? Forget the answer, the situation's obvious When this is over, let's see who feels the sorriest You'll be like, "Damn Craig, why did you play me, yo?" And then you realize we're top in rap radio Cause it's no game, boy, you can't do work Marley, please tell us his name (Duck Alert) (Yee-ee-aah) (Duck Alert) (Duck Alert) (Yee-ee-aah) (Duck Alert) (Has your crew suddenly become interested in promoting a war?) [Verse 2: Craig G] Now our crew is broken down into a large amount of channels And not one of us can you handle On the mic Magic, on the tables Marley And when it comes to bein dope, don't ask: are we? Cause our style is different, or should I say irregular? And if you wanna get all hype, I'll have to settle ya By pulling out my 12-gauge shotgun And if you wanna go rhyme for rhyme, I got some Dope rhymes for sure, or should I say galore? But I won't sound old-schoolish, in other words foolish I have a question now: who feels hurt? Marley, do you have the answer? (Duck Alert) Thank (yee-ee-aah) (Duck Alert) (Yee-ee-aah) (What happened between us, was for us alone) (Yee-ee-aah) (Duck Alert) (I am speaking to you from the Bridge) (Yee-ee-aah) (Duck Alert) (Yeeeeeeh) [Verse 3: Craig G] After this, I hope you get someone to battle me But make sure this person has originality That's right, original, yeah, you heard me I don't want his beats sounding like Hurby's Oops -- I mean Marley, cause Hurb's a beat-biter I don't know where the both of you get the right to Come in the industry, steal someone's property And some of you from it start clocking g's Now that's not fair, Marley's the rightful owner Yet you still treat him like he's a blood-donor So now it's time to have revenge to all you jerks Especially who, Marley? (Duck Alert) That's right (Yee-ee-aah) (Duck Alert) (I am speaking to you from the Bridge) (Yee-ee-aah) (Duck Alert) (Yee-ee-aah) (You're from where?) [Verse 4: Craig G] Um - at the final stage, cut the scratches Marley Marl? I think no one can match his Cutting ability on the 1200s And many listeners, they often wonder (Yo man, was that a tape?!) Nah, never in a milion years You see, the liveness gives us the feeling we're Being accepted as true entertainers And it will stay that way for the remainder Of the century, that's how it's meant to be You don't believe me? You will eventually Because the situation, boy, you can't divert Especially who, Marley? (Duck Alert) Ah-ha