text: Check it, check it, check it, check it!
  This here for the motherfuckin record
  Here we here we here we go, here we here we go
  Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow
  Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
  Motherfuckin niggas cant hang
  Well oh no, look at the cloud, its gonna rain
  But I dont give a fuck Im letting niggas know they cant hang
  Dont give me no lip, dont give me no backtalk, yeah break North
  Dont make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
  Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it
  Unless its on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
  Hard like Shaquille, oh you better kneel
  When you see me comin, Big Scoob got em runnin
  Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour
  With dough in my pockets big like the Biscuits in CB4
  Set up a contest, Im coming, Im taking the dough
  They wouldnt pick you even if you had a afro
  So dont try me, you better walk by me
  Ill do you like the first part in Menace II Society
  Like Cypress Hill, yo, Im insane
  Ill shoot a hole in your toe
  Ill make you jump like the House of Pain
  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
  Niggas cant hang, niggas cant hang
  Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggas cant hang
  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
  We gonna do it like this
  Anytime youre ready, check it:
  I got seven Mac 11s, about eight 38s
  Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends
  You cant touch my riches
  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
  Biggie Smalls the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
  Thats how I got the weed spot
  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lambsbread
  Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
  So dont resist, or you might miss Christmas
  I tote guns,I make number runs
  I give mcs the runs, drippin
  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
  Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Mateo
  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo
  Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls
  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
  Oh my god, Im dropping shit like a pigeon
  I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at their Christenin
  Yeah, where the motherfuckin thugs at?
  Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger
  We gonna do this shit like this
  I thank the lord for my many blessings, though Im stressin
  Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
  And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
  Aint nothing separating us but my MAC-10
  Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
  A straight soldier, buckin at the bustas
  No matter how you try, niggas never die
  We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
  You see me striking down the block, hitting corners
  Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna
  And aint no stopping at the red lights, Im sideways
  Thug life, motherfucker crime pays
  Let the cops put their lights on: chase me nigga!
  Zig zaggin through the freeway: race me nigga!
  In a high speed chase with the law
  The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
  Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island
  Yo, times is getting hard, word is bond, I swear to God
  I even got caught trying to steal from the junkyard
  A born terror, a rebel without a pause
  I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus
  I walk the streets at night with my head down
  In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
  So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props
  And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop
  An old man got shot in the parking lot
  In front of my building I hang with his grandchildren
  And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide
  And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
  And this happens everyday around my way
  So I pray that I can live another day
   This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, lets try this
   Staten Island in the motherfuckin house!
  Wassup, Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?
  Now whats the bullshit niggas been saying
  Dont try to act like Martin now with that I was just playin!
  No need to grieve for more, now that the beef is on
  Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone
  Just cause you rap dont meant that youre catching wreck with me
  Step to this Ill give your mic a vasectomy
  I only know one nigga that can come next to me
  No, thats a tattle, cause I cant count my own shadow
  A battle, I gots to have it, lest youre gonna rob me
  Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez
  Cause when it comes to going against Kane rappin
  Thats like a pimp trying to pull a nun, aint nothing happenin
  Non-resistible, non compatible
  Im not saying Im the best, Im just saying Im fuckin incredible
  And lets just get one more thing understood
  If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon sound good