 We was movin' H on our block, every day I saw fiends come through to get a tax roll for dirt cheap You can look but don't reach, I got the crowd snappin' like a spoken word piece Might start a riot like Middle World Peace, where I make the kind of beats that call them the Savage Beats Cool-haired Luke, when I walk in and find in your top ten, this nigga's buggin' Backs and stop me, got the spot rockin' Book a new shrimp, I might break the boombox out and start pop-lockin'