Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?   An' I'm about to bring y'all some history   We got the Best of Both Worlds   An' I got the Get Fresh Crew, Doug Fresh   One, two, three, come on      Mirror, mirror on the wall   Whose is the freshest of them all?   I love 'em all but none of y'all is Doug E. as me   An' the boy, Kelly with the suicide doors, fuck 'em all      We got hits like a thirty shot clip   When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor   Holla at your boy, boys   When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys      I ain't a lame on them Dana Dane's   We give you nightmares, when the year change, we change   Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank   We can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain   We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing   That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings      Meetin' Michelle at the hotel   While Jay an' Tone on the way to the after party   Got the ladies sayin', ?Oh?   Best of Both Worlds an' we rock the club, youknowhatimsayin?   Boy HO, Kells, we not playin'   Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win      An' win again, like deja vu   Then we win again, like M.J. do   Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue   Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move      In this arena, arena   All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up   This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls   It's the return of Best of Both Worlds      In this arena, arena   All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up   This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls   It's the return of Best of Both Worlds      Well once upon a time, they left the glove an' the star, kid   He swore he was the man but he was nothin' but garbage   Let me re-phrase that, bubblin' with pride   Did have skills but he was ugly inside      Instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the nonsense   Hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience   Like 'I love you', when he's hittin' that stash   Then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have class      Even let a gay Jew man tack his Jheri   Then got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy   Swindlin', forgot the God above him   Finally fan base trinklin' down to nothin'      No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break   Bitter an' evil, didn't learn from his mistake   The moral of the story is 'Don't be a pair of knickers   Be good, boys an' girls an' you can be as great as Rick is'      In this arena, arena   All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up   This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls   It's the return of Best of Both Worlds      In this arena, arena   All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up   This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls   The remixes, the remix yo, track masters, c?mon      My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue   It took half the pay an' now my life is filled with rainy days   But I stashed some dough, how much you'll ever know   It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells an? Jay-Z