text: Check it out yo
  For all my muthafuckin niggas, word to Hurb, we got stupider
  Runnin mad circles round your crew like Jupiter
  Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden
  Cause I madden, I have been, suckers wish they hadnt
  Im baggin the bitches grabbin my pockets - fatten
  Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin
  So what you gonna do when I come through your town
  With mad niggas who +love+ bein locked down
  Facin convictions, throwin caniptions
  I got more riches than them royal Egyptians
  Step to this mic, youre a goner
  Cause Red Hot Lovers right on like Cynthia Horner
  I better warn ya, youll get your ass kicked, Im blasted
  Thats it, I drop it like a clumsy black bastard
  Im gettin figures from my rap niggas
  Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas
  Introducin the black bastard from Bedrock
  Guaranteed to make your head rock
  Tote Glocks, drop cops that mistake me for Rodney, strictly headshots
  I knock the twist out your dreadlocks
  Who got the props? Biggie
  Who got the Glock? Biggie
  But who is he?
  You cant get my description
  You need a prescription
  Two doses of the ferocoius
  Feel the weight when Im crushin them
  Bumrushin em, stuffin em
  I put the pressure on em, hon
  Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
  Hes just nice, he just sliced
  Like a ginzu, look what I been through
  The Brooklyn streets, the obese thug nigga from the East
  The black nine, hard to find muthafucka
  After the rhyme press rewind, muthafucka
  Strictly for my niggas
  I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over
  The Universal Soldier of hip-hop, somebody shoulda told ya
  40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please dont
  Sleepwalk the unforbidden when most MCs wont
  Check it, if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect, its
  Hectic, Im like antisceptic on record
  Disinfect your , sound seizen your sector
  Local areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca
  Im known, Prince, Organizin with the Red Hot Lover
  And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another
  Planet called Brooklyn, hey good lookin
  Do you like it, hot chocolate after dark, uh, or scared to get you hooked in
  You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type
  Representin my niggas rockin, rockin the mic right
  Harcore M.O.P. type shit
  Peace to my other half and my niggas doin bids
  I used to start more shit than high school bullies
  I was doin my thing since my nigga Bu-Bang used the steel carts for pullies
  I break niggas up like referees
  Put em on point, pack out my joint and makin em move like refugees
  Lil Fame rep, is Brooklyn down still?
  Niggas that fuck aroundll catch a beatdown from Brownsville
  Im goin all out the western way
  Old school or new school, I beat your ass like its freshmens day
  For yall wanna-be MCs f.a.g.s
  You gon fuck around and make that nigga Bill squeeze
  Im representin for all mines with nines
  Hardcores in town, my niggas that get down
  A Hillfigure on the trigger 
  Them Crooklyn sounds that pounds and break through
  Stopped puffin the lye, still sippin the brew
  So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you loose
  Word, and Red Hot Lover Tone tossin suckers like salad
  Incredible vocabulary comin from the Brooklyn freak
  Peace to Fulton Street
  Knuckleheadsll get wrecked with the quick mic-check
  My intellect shows no respect for suckers who slept
  In fact my rap style attracts
  I have your girl lookin for me in broad daylight with a flashlight
  - pillow and matress on her back
  Cause yo shit is wack
  So here goes the No-Doze, Im puttin it on foes who oppose
  Comin off like porno pantie hose
  Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G
  The M.O.P., from R-e-d
  For all my niggas in the NYC