[Singer]   And I don't understand...why      [scratches]   Yes, you are now rockin' with the best      [Masta Ace]   I don't do White music, I don't do Black music   I make rap music, for hip hop kids   Y'all know what it is when I get biz with this   Flows thats hard enough it could hit your kids with this   Thugs walk through Queensbridge with this   Italian cats drive through Bay Ridge with this   Pump it in they IROC, your block to my block   I make hits like Chuck Knoblauch   But don't make no error or get it confused   You'll find yourself gettin abused, you fittin' to lose   I'mma send this out to everybody   Every nigga, every chick, every person up in every party   For all the shorties in the tight denim   And all the hood rats gettin' jealous startin to start a fight wit' em   And to the D's in the black Taurus   Loadin' up the lead in the clip put a gat for us (echos) for us      [Singer]   And I don't understand...why      [scratches]   Yes, you are now rockin' with the best      [Greg Nice]   (echos) Oh!   When ya pump it in ya BM's ya pump it like this   When ya pump it in ya Range, pump it like this   When ya pump it in ya Cadillac, pump it like this   Way out from Brooklyn, pump it like this   To my people out in Queens, pump it like this   To my people in the boogie down pump it like this   People uptown, pump it like this   Pump it like this, yeah, pump it like this      [Masta Ace]   I get the feelin' that these cats is thinkin'   That I might be on the verge of sinkin'   Either they weeded or they heavily drinkin'   Niggaz know that I'm steadily seekin' to readily weaken   These so-called thug cats with a melody beacon   That the world hear, loud and clear over the airwaves   I move up on the charts like stairways   I bust raps like trailways and greyhound   This is for them kids that was shot on the playground   Yo, don't know why the streets is so evil   To this ghetto shit there's no equal, them yo people   I love rap no matter how much I say I hate it   Some support it, some cats player hate it   But understand that I'm very thorough   And I'm not gon' stop 'til my name is heard in every burrough   Every burrough   Every burrough      [Singer]   And I don't understand...why      [Greg Nice]   Oh! Oh! Take that turn it up now!      [Scratches]   Yes, you are now rockin' with the best      [Greg Nice]   To my people out in Cali, pump it like this   To my people down in Boston, pump it like this   My people out in D.C. pump it like this   My people down in Atlanta pump it like this   To my people down in Philly, pump it like this   To my people out in Texas, pump it like this   To my people out in Queens, pump it like this, hey   Pump it like this, pump it like this      [Masta Ace]   Theres a lot of love lost when you start being the boss   And ya name start to be in The Source and UGNR   Cats just start teein' off and takin' shots   See you makin' knots now they waitin' in vacant lots   Yo, I just want to write the newest sneaker   Or own a beeper, and hear my song come out the speaker   I never knew there'd be so much drama   I'mma send this out to all my niggaz and all my niggaz babies mamas   On the block with the newest prodda   Gettin' alotta, chips like Erica Strada   Uh, whats up miss, put me on your list   So when ya pump it in ya Bimma   Ya pump it like this   Like this   Like this      [Greg Nice]   What? What? What? What?   Turn it up now, stop playin'   Turn it up now, stop playin'   Turn it up now now, turn it up now now   Turn it up now now, stop playin'      [Singer]   And I don't understand...why      [scratches]   Yes, you are now rockin' with the best      [Greg Nice]   If ya sittin' on ya 20's, pump it like this   If ya gettin' cash money, pump it like this   If ya way out in Brooklyn, pump it like this   If ya chillin' in the club, pump it like this   If ya chillin' in ya mansion, pump it like this   If ya puffin' on trees, pump it like this   If ya sippin' on sizerp, pump it like this   What? Pump it like what? Hey pump it like what, like   Makes no sense just standin' around   Pump yo fist, jump up and down   Makes no sense just standin' around   Pump yo fist, jump up and down   Mashed...by the sounds...of the M...to the A y'all      [Singer]   And I don't understand...why      [Scratches]   Yes, you are now rockin' with the best      [Greg Nice]   Stop playin', blow it up now, it's ya birthday... [fades out]