* a '97 update of Boogie Down Production's "I'm Still #1"

Ha ha yo yo

My man Keith Murray is down wit us

My nigga Erick Sermon is down wit us

My man Lil' Jamal is down wit us

My Def Squad click is down wit us

The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit us yo

My L.O.D. click is down wit us

We're number one!

Ha ha ha ha ha yo yo yo well yo

It's the Red Moolie yellin for the villain in the movie

I'm like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece

Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough

I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def

Check out the rhythm that I cook up

You too scared to look up, you're merkin

I Set it Off like La in that big-ass Suburban *errrr*

Bumrush your villa then I'm closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT

Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz

to the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar

of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar

Flip a quarter, heads or tails you're gettin slaughtered

I blow the S-L boy out of order

My mental disorder is pure water

I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land

while the CD program's on 'Whatever Man'

My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh

My peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh

My peoples in New York, is down wit us

The housing projects, is down wit us

My people who be hustlin is down wit us

Cause makin funky music is a must

I'm number one!

Ha haa! Check it check check check here we go huh huh

Aiyyo, throw yo' hands up in the motherfuckin air

And wave em, until y'all cash flows hit the pavement

Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S

Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Sp