~ 1] ~ Yo, crack the Martin For niggas pumpin' by the mini-market Bring it when you see me it I big like Diddy office I a ho with a baseball cap on, like Mr. Marcus Yeah, my family feud like Dawson The survey said I'm hot in in your apartment This Brick City, beside New York Yeah, the streets is watchin' Mimes wanna talk I run up on a DJ, em' on camera Makin' sure I get my wax on like Feel my geniune draft, not I could walk up in a church a a Mosh Pit up Yeah, I the pain 11th of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Style Crane I'm back nigga, ridin' that Gravy The rap criminal, my artifact is to tame wanna complain, no use in barkin' Cuz we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and And like a carton of Newports nigga On my New Jersey shit, and New York
~ 2] ~ Check out the nigga I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch leave a broke And know when I clutch the pen it's fuck them hens, I'm puttin' paragraphs in the figure 4 Fuck tryin' to take a pack of protein, cuz when I brawl Ima' be like four [?] smoke rings in the meetin' If I ain't gettin' half of what I sell you eatin' niether Our leader won't take no shorts, I know This D-O-C, MVP for I'm always on point, skip of slip My bitch tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith If I two cannons, no time 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 Gammafide I ride like a rider And when a bitch blow Doc she be famous like Hardcore in the blood, get the in line Put the eye into yo' watch cuz I'm pressed for time,