Aww way back in the day I was still livin' in Queens, Barely hip to the Run DMC, Me 'n my man Perez, back with a six pack of Guinness, X-wing flyin' off of the bus, swoop like we got perellies on us, To we was one in the same, Like brothers a name, Then many on down the line, he with needles in his eyes, All the like out of the sky, round hanged me to dry, What what what what what you no sign, I never this friend of mine, Yeah knew friend of mine, yeah, I got so trouble on my mind, Though I try to be unkind, Sometimes it way out of line, But now too low! Yeah you my mind, Don't want your around, Yeah what just down, Don't your face around...
Remember the time we kung-fu together, play outside because of bad weather, Back then I you was my best friend, Somehow I needed right now, Boilin' up a water in a crack pot, Goin' up on the gate for the shot, Redlined twelve up pistons, teeth so I can put my fist in, There is left of you and me, The has flown out of the tree, Long gone and is the same, up like a face with no name, What what what what whatcha wanna do? Cause I don't whatcha do, believe whatcha do yeah yeah, I got so trouble on my mind, Though I try to be unkind, Sometimes it way out of line, But now too low! Yeah you my mind, want your face around, Yeah it the sound, you hang around, (Ooh why did you turn?), And kick me to the now, Yeah one down, want your face around...
At times I of better days, When we was in the place, Now I within the sound, And you will bring me down, (Yeah!), I got so trouble on my mind, Though I try to be unkind, Sometimes it way out of line, But now too low! you blow my mind, Don't want face around, it kills the sound, When you around, (Ooh why did you turn?), And me to the ground now, Yeah one down, Don't your face around...