| I’m 'bout to show you how it’s done, you can | 
| (Shut down) | 
| Yo, my uzi weights a ton, you can | 
| (Beat down) | 
| And you can pump it in your system 'til it | 
| (Blow out) | 
| Whatever dog, no doubt, I’m bout to | 
| (Smack up) | 
| Anybody who front like he | 
| (Hardcore) | 
| Don’t he know I stay raw? | 
| This is | 
| (LL) | 
| Competetion, they fell because I | 
| (Do this) | 
| Bringing drama and truth 'cause I don’t | 
| (Play that) | 
| And I be reepin' up cash since | 
| (Way back) | 
| Put your honey on my lap and make her | 
| (Heat up) | 
| Got her beggin me to beat it up | 
| (Raw dog) | 
| Throw your wacky on the floor, straight | 
| (Kill that) | 
| Have her garglin nuts until I | 
| (Spill that) | 
| You better play like En Vogue and | 
| (Hold on) | 
| You wanna battle? | 
| Set it off baby | 
| (Come on) | 
| Come one, Come on, Come on | 
| (F) because my flavor’s the best | 
| (A) I get my hustle off all day | 
| (R) Reck my block, knee all far | 
| (M) I gotta hold it down wit my man | 
| (E) Big up to my nigga E Love | 
| (R) Keep the ill rims on the car | 
| (S) I repped it, what more can I say, son | 
| Farmers (what) | 
| Farmers (what) | 
| (Murder) | 
| Little niggas gettin' money on the | 
| (Hot block) | 
| He got the chrome shit spinnin' up on | 
| (Linden) | 
| Look at the ice and leather, the way it | 
| (Blendin') | 
| Pass the spit hot Linden from here to | 
| (Mary) | 
| You think you hot, Cool Jane? | 
| Ever | 
| (Here it) | 
| And when it comes to this I’m not a | 
| (Soldier) | 
| I’m a General crack King | 
| (I told ya) | 
| I proved I’m the greatest rapper, nigga | 
| (What now) | 
| Tell your man step up, then watch he | 
| (Go down) | 
| Game one, do or die like | 
| (Bedside) | 
| Nobody even comin' close, nigga | 
| (Why try) | 
| From the Bronx to Shaolin to | 
| (Uptown) | 
| Like Buckshot said nigga | 
| (Duck down) | 
| You better play like En Vogue and | 
| (Hold on) | 
| You know I’m goin out nigga | 
| (Come on) | 
| Come on, Come one, Come on | 
| (F) because my flavor’s the best | 
| (A) I get my hustle off all day | 
| (R) Reck my block, knee all far | 
| (M) I gotta hold it down wit my man | 
| (E) Big up to my nigga E Love | 
| (R) Keep the ill rims on the car | 
| (S) I repped it, what more can I say, son | 
| Farmers (what) | 
| Farmers (what) | 
| Na-na-na | 
| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na | 
| (No doubt) | 
| I’ll take your block and air it out, stay | 
| (Ice out) | 
| Me and my man, Little Sharp in the | 
| (Double R) | 
| Whole block, lined up with all the | 
| (Hot cars) | 
| Nigga, never be afraid you gotta | 
| (Get paid) | 
| No matter what I do, I keep it | 
| (Sexy) | 
| Me and my team spendin' cream on the | 
| (Club scene) | 
| On Performance Boulevard out in | 
| (Killa Queens) | 
| This joint knocked in the tunnel bout | 
| (One o’clock) | 
| They like them raw, not the watered down | 
| (Hip Hop) | 
| The broad money and alah zay it | 
| (Don't Stop) | 
| Niggas stumblin' and fallin' off a | 
| (Head Ride) | 
| When I’m goin' to Bedshaw | 
| (Remember me) | 
| I’m the greast Em Cee there could | 
| (Ever be) | 
| You better call Def Jam, and tell 'em | 
| (Hold on) | 
| 'Cause another major label told me | 
| (Come on) | 
| Come on, come on, come on | 
| (F) because my flavor’s the best | 
| (A) I get my hustle off all day | 
| (R) Reck my block, knee all far | 
| (M) I gotta hold it down wit my man | 
| (E) Big up to my nigga E Love | 
| (R) Keep the ill rims on the car | 
| (S) I repped it, what more can I say, son | 
| Farmers (what) | 
| Farmers (what) |