And on the cool check in

Center stage on the mic

And we're puttin' it on wax

It's the new style

Four and three and two and one (What up!)

And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!)

Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't

And I got more juice than Picasso got paint

Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick

I'm not surprised you're on my dick

B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.

Ah yeah, that's me

I got franks and pork and beans

Always bust the new routines

I get it - I got it, I know it's good

The rhymes I write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my voice is

not straining

People always biting and I'm sick of complaining

So I went into the locker room during classes

Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses

You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan

You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'

(bridge) There it is - kick it!!!

Father to many - married to none

And in case you're unaware I carry a gun

Stepped into the party - the place was over packed

Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back

I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped

You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped

I got money in the bank - I can still get high

That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly

I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed

Their father had envy so I shot him in the head

If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page

The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!)

Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like

I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike

Your father - he's jealous 'c