Verse One: Phife Dawg
Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop
Yo that`s the sound when MC`s get mopped
Don`t come around town without the hip in your hop
Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass`ll get dropped
MC`s wanna attack me but them punks can`t cope
I`ll have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love Boat
So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya
Battlin MC`s, from JFK to Russia
Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill
Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney
People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney
I love you, you love me
The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC
So move back yaself dread, you know the element
The Tribe is good for your health like a can of Nutriment
MC`s don`t have no winds, MC`s don`t have no winds
I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry`s Kids
Your crew don`t want it, man your crew don`t want it
But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it
(sup) Large Professor in the house (sup)
(sup) You know how we do (sup)
(sup) I stay on your crew (sup)
(whassup) like Mario Lemieux (whassup)
(Whassup?) Peace to Ike Love
(Sup? Hah hah) and the rest of the crew (Whassup?)
(Whassup?) I meet you guys in front the cleaners
Bring the blunts and the brew so
Verse Two: Q-Tip
Whassup kids? The Ab is speaking from the moon
Thanks for your support, aiyyo I`ll be home soon
But the only thing I ask when I return from my task
Is a whole bunch of beats and a Blass full of ass
My fist stands firm because I`m, black and solid
I open up your pores like a plate full of collards
C`mon take it easy wouldya, easy easy
I`m up in the gulley, that`s when I am her Buddy
She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty
Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty
When we over joints like this we never cruddy
Extra P hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely
Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate
A bachelor, lookin for a bachlelorette
Back to you MC`s, this is what your gonna get
A first degree burn from my man Ken`s cigarette
I hope you like Malboro, Paul you know we thorough like Denver
The beat feels like a never-ender
But all things good must, so I won`t sweat it
Drop the C`s for the youthful crew, I hope you get it
As I stand, grip this mic inside my hand
Boy I smack you up, like I was your old grand
so respect yourself Son, and come and gimme love
Once again the Ab is who you think of
So chill with the beef money, we got a Jetti
Verse Three: Extra P (Large Professor)
It`s Extra P and yo Tip I`m bout to set it
on the country once again here to win
I`m Uptown chillin, takin in this grand master Vic blend
from the projects, the PJ`s, fuck them two DJ`s
Self mission, I had her in the ill position
Saying Large youse the soul brother that I`d like to
eff with for the rest of my life yeah yeah now check the method
As I, proceed with what you need like Akinyele
A whip looks complete when the tires say Firelli
Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he`s a junkie
There`s 8 Million Stories in the city it`s a pity
Don`t fuck with the skins if she`s trying to act shitty
Shout to the Guru, Primo and Zulu Zulu
Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto
Yo Ras slow your roll I`m bout to bag this here`s metal
Rapper Nas on topic, seems we gonna rock it
Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it (drop it)
