~ 1] ~ Yo, crack the Martin For niggas weed by the mini-market Bring it you see me park it I think big Diddy office I fuck a ho with a cap on, like Mr. Marcus Yeah, my family feud like Richard The survey said I'm hot in right in apartment This Brick City, right New York Yeah, the streets is watchin' even Mimes wanna I run up on a DJ, em' on camera Makin' sure I get my wax on Daniel-san Feel my draft, not filla' I could walk up in a a start a Mosh Pit up Yeah, I the pain 11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Style Crane I'm back nigga, ridin' that Gravy The rap criminal, my is hard to tame Bitch complain, no use in barkin' Cuz we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and And smoke like a of Newports nigga On my New Jersey shit, and New nigga
~ 2] ~ Check out the flow I knock out the mic like Douglas, bitch leave a nigga broke And Jigga know when I clutch the pen it's them hens, I'm puttin' paragraphs in the figure 4 Fuck tryin' to take a of protein, cuz when I brawl Ima' be strapped like four [?] smoke rings in the meetin' If I ain't gettin' half of I sell you ain't eatin' niether Our leader won't no shorts, I know betta' D-O-C, MVP for Vendetta I'm always on point, never skip of My bitch tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith If I carry two cannons, no to pull out I bust through the side of my jeans like Banner My do it on camera, and to them I'm Big Brother on my [?] for Gamma I like a rider should And when a bitch blow Doc she be famous Monica in the blood, get the best in line Put the eye into yo' watch cuz I'm for time, nigga