I am hip-hop: look through the lens
My fitted cap got the gold sticker on the brim
I look like an 8, but I flow like a 10
The New Jack that got G Money on the stem
I started in '92, back in the 2G
4 docks with Jamal How High: The Movie
Got new money, got new clothes
Got with Superbad, I'mma get that fo sho
Fo sho, I'mma get that fo sho, I got it
I crank up the base and it cause power outage
Master my paper, I been bout it bout it
Graduated from the streets and dropped out of college
Bitch, give me knowledge, fuck study hall
You could say I got my PhD in the car
A hood nigga, drink out peanut butter jars
Red and Meth, rocking the bells like?

Let's go, let's go, let's go! 


This shit pumps like a body in the trunk
This shit pumps like a body in the trunk
This shit pumps like a body in the trunk

I'm like Sellick with the Magnum, without the PI
This grown folk  BI, mama tucked in my Levis
It's killah bee, keep a honey bee in the beehive
The type that be the seeds and bring you weed on the D.I
I'm on that grand hustle my dude: shout out to T.I
The dope I'm tryna hustle is compliments of the green eye E
Let me bark on these young'uns, get in their heads
I was busy getting PISSY drunk when they was pissin in their beds
I can see why they envy the swagg cus staten island we empty the mag you wave that enemy flag around here, i got summet to say gimme the floor, matter of fact lets cut to the chase Doc pass me the sword, let me never face the game got nigga sayin my name till it taste like shit son

                          Thanks to mitch for correcting these lyrics