[A.G.] Peace to K. Shabazz, while I get you open like a gash Pa** the nickle if you think you can last MC's that slept got caught with the chin check Never slept cause them s**ers could have been wet Now I'm here to bring use to my name Used to the slang, producer bang Give me room, cause what I consume makes me gloom To the man that I am, cause I am what I am Those who had soul was told to clap That was back, now it's '94 and I'm back With the Ghetto Dwellas, still rolling with my fellas With the herbs, I'm strutting, there's nothing you can tell us To recall and sing, my peeps who never fronted Back the f** up while they keep acting like they want it