Big up, Boston      Yeah, whassup, baby?   We gon' do some things right now   Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin'?   N.Y. representin', Dirty South representin'   Chi Town, L.A., they all doin' their thing      We got a lil' somethin' bubblin' in Beanpot over here, y'know?   I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done   Straight up, hittin' one, two, like Manny Ortiz, ya heard?      It's John Cena, baby, an' we heatin' up the Beanpot   Big up, Boston, you know the whole team hot   Yo, we fresh, y'all a little bit stale   An' we 'bout to make it ugly, just like Kevin McHale      Cena takin' over, I'm 'bout to make the scene mine   I got a tea party, baby, meet me on the Green Line   Ain't too many kids that flow better than me   Roll thick like Yaz's sideburns in seventy-three      Like Tom Brady an' the Pats, we rollin' kids   Cross me an' pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge   From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean   We like the left field wall, we stackin' 'Monster Green'      Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way   My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay   I rent my own team, we takin' over the industry   Like the big dick, baby, nobody can finish me      Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   (Yeah, it's a trademark baby, biggin' up Boston, yeah, 617)   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   (978, 781, 508, 1234)      An' I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag   An' we alone on top, like we goin' stag   It's a dynasty, that's how I see things   In four years we countin' three rings      I'm the M.V.P., baby, gimme that key ring   An' me, Brady an' Branch'll own our sleek thing   Yeah, an' we ain't gon' stop   We at the Eagle flare, cook 'em all as they flop      An' T.O. takin' on the B roll an' that's the past   Beatin' everybody an' the salary cap   What now? You say Titan's your rep   That's like Peyton winnin' big games out on Gillette      We don't forget y'all, we're keepin' it grimy   Had the Steel Curtain lookin' like venetian blinds   Yeah, baby, that's how it go   That's why next year it's lookin' like 3 in a row      Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   (Yeah, uhh)   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   (It's Esoteric, tunin' in, puttin' it down for Boston, Mass)      Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be   Home of Source magazine, the Pats an' Edo. G   Steadily poetically, I'm Bill Russell in command   Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan      Pack a man down quick, like Neanderthals   Standin' tall after brawlin', up in Faneuil Hall   As a young buck, Mom said I disobey   All she heard was, ?No, ma,? like fans in Fenway      But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs   An' they bug [Incomprehensible] women wearin' Sevens in the club   A deadly combination, like venom hits your blood   Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love      I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hot   My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot   It's clear now, you livin' in fear now   Big up Boston, the champ is here now      Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity   Big up, Boston, no one shows pity      Big up, Boston   Big up, Boston