Pull up to ya spot on low   Shine brighter than all o' them cats they got on glow   Layin' the cut like they not gon' know   'Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know   This door marked private this is not fo' sho'   It's Mos Def what you call real fo' sho'   Is they what you call gangsta? Hell no   They get a lil' pitch and go snitch to the po'      They all talk fast and they all think slow   I'm Mos Definite, not think so   Flood ya city with the black ink flow   And my crew ain't scared to let them things go   So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious   I'm just alright dawg, I'm doin' great dawg   I don't play games, so I don't playa hate y'all   Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dawg      I'm like the second plane that made the tower's face off   That shit that let you know it's really not a game dawg   Your grind and my grindin, is same dawg   I'm the catalogue, you the same song   So cool and ol' school like A 4?   The one ya lil' mami windin' up on ways for   The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for   Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off      Don't push me, get off, 'cuz I'm close to the streets   To the beach, the bitches, the niggaz, the women   The children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers   The quiet, the livest, the realest and that's close   Don't push me, cuz I'm close to the edge, back, middle, and front   Strong back shit liftin' it up from the big and the small   I'm like J. Brown, gettin' involved      But when I'm lettin' off around don't get in the cross   Have ya preacher man speakin' low gettin' his cross   Tell 'em wild cowboy not to get off they horse   Before they find out the tailon is strictly enforced   It's a real bad way to get ya name in the Source   Testin' the limits of a dangerous force   Ya ended up dumb famous and gone   Your people shoutin' out ya name in they song      Pourin' liquor on the day you was born   Find paint to put ya face on the wall   C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that   It's all good, we all here, goin' all out, all out   All day, listen when this song say      Don't push me, get off, 'cuz I'm close to the streets   To the beach, the bitches, the niggaz, the women   The children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers   The quiet, the livest, the realest and that's close   Don't push me, cuz I'm close to the edge, back, middle, and front   Strong back shit liftin' it up from the big and the small   I'm like J. Brown, gettin' involved, now get yours      Boom diggy bang di bang di, boom bang diggy   Boom diggy bang di bang di, boom bang diggy   Boom diggy bang di bang di, boom bang diggy   ...