I want some Brand Nubian   Pac and Rakim, Biggie, Nas   Really don?t make emcees like they used to   Freestyle Fellowship, D.O.C, Pharaoh Monch   Jay, Ahmad, and Thought from the Roots crew      That?s a hood, who?s who, now what you dudes do   Make a wack album, pay Lil Jon do two   Dope beats for the streets to introduce you   But you weak , we know he got heat, what you do?      Sick of hype, homie is you tight or boo boo   I?m precise with mine dun diced a few fools   Got stripes for serving on mics you new to   From the life where if you ain?t nice we boo you      Boo hoo go head cry if you wanna   What you got?s not hot they rock mine every corner   Homie can?t see me if he try he a goner   Plus he must be smoking that Thai Marijuana      It?s over now I told y?all it?s over now   We off in them Range Rovers now   It won?t stop but it?s over now   It?s over now I told y?all it?s over now   We got money to fold up now   It don?t stop but it?s over now      Ahmad?s going through a carpenter phase   Carving up stages   And mic's with tight rhymes sharper than razors   Fools talk so often I?m made to      Defeat these MC?s in three's   Like Stojakovic, Peja   See whatever you got and I?ll raise ya   Man who you kidding      Poppin? your lip then hit me back when I page ya   With it whenever whatever   I?m too clever you?ll never   Do nothing to my crew ever      We heavyweights to you feathers   Paragraphs to letters   We the Jag?s you Jetta?s   You backspins we more advanced like Capoeira      Avenue band stands apart where fans set us   Y?all loose   We tighter than Bruce Bruce?s sweaters   Rocked with top sellers      So hot they got jealous   Haters pop a lot we not gon? stop fellas   Every rhyme?s divine we shine 'cause God lets us   Grindin? till we platinum lying in Barbados      It?s over now I told y?all it?s over now   We off in them Range Rovers now   It won?t stop but it?s over now   It?s over now I told y?all it?s over now   We got money to fold up now   It don?t stop but it?s over now