See I've been rapping since the Biz Markie trigga Treacherous 3 days

Kool Moe digga Dee days Spoonie Gee days

Furious F I V E days the phase of the sheepskin craze

I rhymed in the times of the ain't no day sweeter days

I remember Puma and Adida days

Of the mockneck wearing bagging females talking days

Paid mad loot for my British Walkers

And if somebody scuffed 'em I'm a snuff 'em

And rough 'em up with loving, and stuff 'em in the oven

At 450 degrees until they tender

Cook 'em bust 'em open with the lyrics I surrender

I splash on the wack-ass crabs with my juices

Slide up in the night, and tie up they nooses

And let 'em hung in the sun til the brothers come check 'em

No jive, that's just the way I wreck 'em

I can't stop don't stop rocking to the rhythm

Cause I get down, see I get down, see I

Rock for a while, groove and got style

Great class, debonior, and a vicious profile

Fat Boys used to rip 'em with the ha-ha stick 'em

Till Dougie went and got Slick Rickie D

But if there was a jam anywhere, niggas came and got me

I wind up, see I let it fly free

Let it land where it may, see I got three aces in my hand

I got the high joker, the low joker

So what you gonna do nigga, you can't understand

How I flipped the script and I ripped as I smoked ya

I come from Brooklyn, went to school in Manhattan

The Fat Man from uptown put the Bronx in my rapping

Though money I'm earning cause I'm still learning

That the world will keep spinning, turntables keep turning

My name is known from Brooklyn to Mount Vernon

There's dough in my pocket, but don't you be concerning

Yourself with my physical health, you ain't no hit, p