What we gonna do right here is   Yeah, yeah, come on, come on   Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on   Check it out, check it out   Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic?   Who is this motherfucker?      It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick   Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, uh   One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'   Now you want to press rewind      I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds   Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds   Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special?   Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel      The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too   Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo   Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk   Da doom, doom, do doom      Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth   Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'skills   But queens is like the area   I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back   Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black      Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him   Then I have my shottie' let my brother divine get him   We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch   She said, "I only suck that dick 'cause I love you so much"      Said, I only lick them balls 'cause you so game tight   And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night   So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it   Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit      Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?   Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?   Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?   Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?      Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off   Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off   Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews   Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues      Soul like a mother got the funk on lock   You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block   Got stacks of stocks and fat beats to knock   Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks      Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint   Grand time to represent flava so strong   Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke   Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke      Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em   Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em   I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads   Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's      Oops, I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch   But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit   So let's get down with one of New York's finest   Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus      Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style   Beatnuts comin' with the rugged   (Hey you, watch out now)   It's on motherfucker, can't you see that?   No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?      Are you ready? Y'all ready for us?   Are you ready? Y'all ready for us?   Are you ready? Y'all ready for us?   Are you ready? Y'all ready for us?   Are you ready? Y'all ready for us?      Right now you're as high as a junkie   With a hundred dollar habit