s the number-one cheddar boy in the city? Attitude shitty Sniffing coke off bitches titties You never thought that I'd be runnin wit the hatchet Who
on yo weezy ya ready yeah i get it in til the sunrise going 90 in a 65 windows rolled down screaming out hey-hey-hey im so paid number one hustler
like O.J. Now I'm writin' rhymes hittin' shorties everyday In the full runnin' drinkin' ice tanqueray I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet Now I'm knockin' out
to the studio J 5 let the beat bounce That's what counts without a doubt So sup grab the mic and pull the magic out ya mouth We be the rhythm kings, plus
doin it since Grease Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island Stretched out, malled up in the cage Pull a ? out on
you man She was wild man.. f'real It's just too.. let me tell you about her [Mos Def] Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin out
mug, Mo Thugs Trained to be perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin fire This the real truth, bitch Breakin out
me Oh, oh God Ah, (more screaming) I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face Wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin
O.J. Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet Now I'm knockin out
intelligence, slickest nigga goin since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Riker's Island Stretched out, balled up in the caves Pull a boot out
what I gotta do So my otha potnah nigga die tonight And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue Biggie booms so im ask now pull out the cellular phone
lookin better like a glass of armmeretter. got a lil vendetta then bring out The heavy metel Pull up on that trigger like I'm pulling on these hoes After magic
fame, how n-ggas turn sell out, Too old for my mama crib I'm tryin to get the hell out, Stayin out these cells but we working on that bail out, Help out
to the studio J-5 let the beat bounce Thats what counts without a doubt so sup grab the mic and pull the magic out ya mouth We be the rythem kings, plus