* Speaking Spanish *   WATCH OUT!   * Speaking Spanish *   WATCH OUT!   * Speaking Spanish *   WATCH OUT!   * Speaking Spanish*      [Verse 1]   Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild   Hit you with a spell whether Jew or gen-tile   When you enterin' the realm   You find me at the helm   Still standin' like abandoned buildings   In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex   Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts   Deep like Barry White's throat box   I bet you those cops mix   Double high tower my power grants me the chicks   The blows the cars and enemies that wanna spar   You wanna see it no matter who you are   Yeah I'm bound to ground you like that   Put they ass on a mound and introduce em' to a baseball   Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex   Text book characters gettin' etched out to rough draft   Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty   New Yor, New York yeah we bigger than the buildings   Do it for the love of the art and the childrens   And throw paper machet inside of ya models   See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive   Allergic to ya sperm broke hives   Concerned about ya ;ife when ya down eight lives   Top of the night I'm up in queens like ah yeah      [Repeat 1]      [Verse 2]   Introducin' introducin' to you Dave   Batter on deck, carded every time I set foot in the joint   Cabaret artist I'll two piece ya tray   If she wanna get vamped, bring her to the tent   Touch her till her back indents   Wrap it extra strength   Run a lap on her calculatin' the length   Holdin' mics tighter than hymens   Old school it like Holly-Hobby, Head-to-Head, Easy Bake Oven   Strong Jerome lovin' man I hit the pack   Panther power keep it all relative to the sixties   Bill Bixby green, ATM money   Got my pockets lookin' like I'm rockin' Popeye jeans   Classic like Reuben and Rah   One nigga under the groove we shootin' for that Parliament high   Plus bigger than the fourth of July   Take the back seat drive out   Hey yo, hey yo ain't nothin' street about me more like a light post   Sinin' above all who are y'all to boast   Stayed calm and all came to me to host   My vocab grabs many, long to cultivate raps   It's gettin' filled moms jack penny   It used to be unknown around the way   Now my bix became a bouqet   Every nose in it, fillin' up seats like a session in a Senate   Been a minute since ya heard the souls   So the soul gon' cost ya three   All ya people wanna front like the soul don't hold control   But it don't mean shit to me   Plain to see that a song like this been what ya all missed   Come on, genuine adrenaline from off the wrists   We run the interference throughout the game clout   Can't be denied the bout for the title   Throw up ya guns and hold the pose like an idol   Bring it back to the draw   Ghosts of grand wiz Theodore   Played dirty with ever since played on the floor   Stop verbal assaults just in case a war break out   Steal vaults bigger than giraffes   But they still got a lot for me   Heard em' say alot of nigga with the underground   They'd die for the underground but ain't makin' no money   Stupid