Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it?   I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya   I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya   New Ghostface      Yo deep in the trenches   Wig, young black green beret   Chrome laser guns blazing at spades   Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid      10 niggas call it Tai-Chi   Black blades, one hundred dollar seats   Hold up, we at the opera   Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg      Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper   Chunky ass necklace   Must be her birthstone   John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome      Told ya eyes up on her prince   Fucking with Diana   Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White   Fingering Pamela Lee      We on the balcony dare one of ya'll to Malcolm X me   Somebody might catch a Kennedy   Yo let me adjust my lens through these binoculars   I paid 5 G's sliding off like Kid Vitamin      Viking patriot of Broad Street   Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen      Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark   With the Benz parked   Up against the boulevard   Starks had the bone sparked      One cop tapped the window glass   Like a cymbal crash,   "What the fuck son! You trying to break glass?"   He flashed his badge,      License and registrations at that moment   His fat partner started chasin'   Chicken heads they was racing   Wit' they hearts pacin'      For snatching gold trying' to dip into the god's basement   Our location lead steel shed spread   Cracked shorty head   Left sweetie there for dead      Ghetto poodles, fingers sticky from cheese doodles   Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodles and Noodles   Neighborhood sick wit' it   Clinton 'bout to cut WIC      Maybe one ya'll rich rap niggas need to politic   Reach for the sky   They throw bleach in your eye   Don't teach you why      You be keeping 'em high dipped like an Oreo cookie   In cold milk, bold silk gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat   Low tilt true Islamic we speak verbal rhyme phonics   Why ya'll trying to change this hip hop to technotronics?      Don't go against the grain   (The grain)   Don't go against the grain   (The grain)   Don't go against the grain   (The grain)      Girl, because of you I'm hurting   Within my within my heart   I know it's not right to be flirting   But a relationship has to start      You're the one that I'm clocking   It's time for you to start jocking   Don't want you to see me cry   This is why this is why this is why      I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder   Hey yo god don't fuck with her   I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz   Hey yo lord don't fuck with her      I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina   Hey, yo kid don't fuck with her   Yeah, that girl Kit Kat she got the good poodle cat   Hey, yo nigga, you better fuck with her