From a trap I come but they ain't ready for combat We the pest control spraying every crack Clap black wit black mags and black macks They don't really
the bad side [Curtis, J.T. Early, C.C. White:] Gonna take a mean [Curtis:] Ride [C.C. White:] Ride [J.T. Early:] Mean ride [C.C. White:] The smile
Who's this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving cuz he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga
talking] What the fuck is all this noise? He from Cali he can't rap He ain't better than this nigga That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all hear the breakdown
all cause it gets hard to tell it's never just black and white she's got a mind of her own and she uses it well so she invites me over outside villanova she's
her to jump in If she ain't tell her to holla We slidein in da impala We glyde choppin with choppers It's still M-O-B Dem mammis don't get a dolla I'
eat There's no progress for the rest God bless for less [Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples] [musical breakdown] [Run] What it is? [DMC] What's
can't believe this ... ohhh God ... [Breakdown: Mr Mixx] [cuts and scratches: "Hey, what's the matter, baby?"] [Chorus] [Bill during chorus:] Oh Monica, that's
and gates of hell, can't get rid of that brimstone smell Something moving, you fire away and suddenly you're in the play Started something you can't
[Raekwon] Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend
vogues ... I can't believe this ... ohhh God ... Breakdown: (Mixx cuts and scratches "Hey, what's the matter, baby?") Chorus BILL (during chorus): Oh Monica, that's
a wrist, yeah they say they hard, they ain't hard as this, hard the one word that describes me, if I wasn't doing this you know where I be [Breakdown
