You dudes are merely dorks and derelicts,
You eatin' that pork and you better quit,
Got so much you'd never get,
see that thing between your shoulders?
We get it split, I live what I know
Seen it burnin' in flames,
I'm turnin' the pain into masterpieces
For seven grand releases,
it's our turn in the game
For the blocks and the prisons,
we're unlockin' the rhythms
blow a hole right through you
In the blink of an eye, say goodbye,
So let me break it down nice and clear
you will find your worst nightmare
Hit you right where you least expect
So we gon' get at you quick
and make you eat your drafts
Big Guru, Solara, Doo -Wop
Big Guru, Solara, Doo -Wop
Spaz hard when I hear a classic
And the Knicks lost a chip
And then Virginia some white man
who lost half his dick to Bobby Grants
and chocolate took grand projects
Every time that we shook the North
Brooklyn cats had me fade
Wide Harlem and the Bronx,
kept it gully with the Scully Queens
regardless where you from
You was bumpin' that chronic, nigga,
Doc and Snoop brought down the roof
First time that I heard him,
Return of the dragon, Chuck Norris
and Bruce Snuck in a C2, poppin' juice
Brown bag in the jacket of my car,
Then we hit the White Castle or the diner
with the crash bar we had
I ain't stayin' in the past,
Fast forward, gon' remind these niggas