And so, my fellow Americans   Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"   Ask what you can do for your country?"   And now, back to New York      Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic   Avante Garder, not a heretic   Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium   Pete Nice, elemental like uranium   Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze   Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax M.C.'s   These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy   I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em down, say      Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar   (Rhythm)   I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor   Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin', top   I never stop, with search and Sam drillin' it   Soul in the hole, M.C.'s workin'   Kickin' it, vickin', the suckers who be jerkin'   Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more   Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl   (You never please her)      So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter   Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster   Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all   Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes   Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one   Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya   You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum   (Diggy drum)   Three the hard way, wordz of wisdom      This time there was three   One two three the hard way   This time there was three   One two three the hard way      A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome   You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home   Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out   Make out your will Bill, three is gonna break out   The stylee, me and P E T E   Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo   Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat   And I'll lay the plan oh man      You just got taken, I took a head out   Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness stout   Usin' abusin', those of the past tense   Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense   Three, the hard way, cards laid are okay   Gettin' up and settin' up, just for a payday   The minister, sinister   (I ain't no devil)   Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level      This track to smack, the smile off a doubter   The brother's, another M.C. who's about   Frontin' like he's buntin', deceivin' the delinquent   Rappers on track, bustin' out a medium   For those opposed, who manifest a diss   Pete tell 'em, manifest this   Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen   Yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wisdom      This time there was three   One two three the hard way   This time there was three   One two three the hard way      A Ludacris Buddhist, boo this when I do this   So true to this, perpetrators view this   Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical   Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention   I'm like a surgeon in my left hand   Hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand   Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider   Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her      Uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic   'Cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go   Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man   Prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands   Transform strong as a good pitch   (Too strong)   Switch up the wisdom, into word which   Kicks out the benzi in a frenzy it sends me   Up the Bronx river back to Brooklyn apprehends me      Like a D-tech bustin' my man in the projects   I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect   Prejudicial, your style artificial   As live as limb that's attached to a criple   It's simple eliminate you like Gotti   (So simple)   I chill in bed-stuy and drive a Mazzeratti   With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin'?   (How ya livin'?)   Larger than large, with the wordz of wisdom      Hyper-selective, search is attracting   Females who focus on the future, not slacking   Rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow   Sam sever seas'll submerge, so let it go   Throughout, or put out, lyrics like a D-valve   Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out   And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor   Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever      Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town   A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound   Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece   Foamin' at the mouth punk, you need a leash   What are you sick? I'm a slick stupid scientist   Rhymin' that you can't comprehend   (But you're buyin' this)   Record I'm wreckin', my homeboys are breakin'   Hopin' that you're copin', no slopin', I'm not takin' no shorts      'Cause I'm playin' the high post   Ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most   Brother with a cover, shootin' to my cribbo   The tease wants a please, girl screamin' ditto   So I did this, I needed the bed rest   Hangin' with the bangin' on the strength, there's no contest   Physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom   Stingin' 'em and bringin' 'em the wordz of wisdom      This time there was three   One two three the hard way   This time there was three   One two three the hard way      Shammo, hook up the Def mix   Ahh, ahh   All but three of the defendants were found guilty   All but three of the defendants were found guilty   See-ya   Yo yo, that's ridiculous