rappers Were treatin me like suckers, fuck 'em 'Cuz y'all are players, to run DMC who kept rap alive When rap was about to take a dive You know what I'm sayin'? You are the kings
outta here Seems like the police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King
spider went up the wall we mount Now came down the Common the Common Sense, and now the spider out (BOOM) A blackout, power failure I ain't the Burger King
ponerme yo Vamos a ver aqui quien es quien Despues no digan que no se advirtio Son doce que dan por cien [Eddie Dee] Esta es mi sazon de borinquena
Check it-check it out ya'll Tre-treach Dee Jay, check it out ya'll, Tre-treach Dee Jay Check it-check it-check it out Tre-treach Dee Jay, Tre-treach Dee Jay, Treach Dee
Ghetto style Dee-Jays Don't touch that stereo Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin' you
[Talib Kweli] Yo Dee (What?) Come on (Yeah..) What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what
Flip,Dee Money, & B.G.} {Bun B} yeah niggas it's going down i got my nigga Fliperacy wit me got my nigga Dee Money and my nigga B.Gizzle we dangerous {Dee
jerked We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to take the coke from Coca-Cola Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill The
bottle of Spades Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day You asked for Donnie
of chilled champagne right beside me Radio booming pumpin' the isley Maybe I'll grab her and give her a kiss Or kick her a line on the smooth billy dee
all toe-up like you just had woke up Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit and through up Hold up and this is for my niggas dem About them raga-dee bitches
just had woke up Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit, and through up Hold up And this is for my niggas dem About them raga-dee bitchs 'cause I'm sick
on the streets Killa capital, I?m blastin' you For the love of this dough, that?s what I have to do I'm posted up, corner king, they named me Coka Got
, I play slow Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal, I shot ya What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed Moe Dee
was there And where were you? Where were you? And where were you? Where were you? And where were you? Where were you? Where were you? When Moe Dee challenged
know what you need to learn? Old school artists don't always burn You're just another rapper who's had his turn Now it's my turn, and I am concerned About idiots posing as kings
you know, to the T O P And see Dee, you know we know The way today I say, I'm not a Leo The King is Dee and Jay, he score a P.O That's left to smile