Whoo, friendly day in the neighborhood   Birds is chirpin'   (Hi neighbor)   Niggas walkin' they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers   That's my neighborhood, fuck no      I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs   This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, Al Groh shit   Raul ya heard me?   Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh   Sound boy turn this shit up right here      I'm your idol, your highest title, numero uno   Yes, I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know   Stomp, yeah, that's the idea   Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear      Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near   They probably, find your body at the end of the pier   Niggas must be crazy to mistakin' me for folk lore   I put the eighty to your baby man, I told y'all      Fuckin' wit' crack's like fuckin' wit' Crack   What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back   Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped   From Crook from way back done took the game back      Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl   She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl   Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on   Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all      Niggas thinkin' that this rap is just words   I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird   And clear the block in no time   Get off my dick, stop focus shit and getcha own shine, muhh'fucka      Take a look at my life, and you can see that   I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap   Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at   So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack      Take a look at my life, and you can see that   I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap   Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at   So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack      First we was thuggin', then bust sluggin'   My lifestyle the shit, really had the streets buggin'   Oh no, he ain't come back like that   Not Crack with a platinum plaque, yo      It's the thirteenth al spinna, niggas use to doubt   Now we even made Craig Common look like a winner   Me and Diddy skippin' out on bills   Just copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?      Fuck, alot of y'all niggas, you been shittin' since the first song   Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on   Ass all out, just swoonin' the crowd   Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house      You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucks   Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck   You must not be reading it right   Ice so bright, we don't need headlights at night      Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas   With the mac flast 'cuz I am what I rap, nigga   TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack nigga   To never let another crew move his back nigga, what      Take a look at my life, and you can see that   I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap   Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at   So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack      Take a look at my life, and you can see that   I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap   Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at   So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack      Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ   The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin' game   Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is   I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh      I'll slap the shit out of one of you motherfuckers   Y'all front on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man   2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here   Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me