| (feat. Big Pun, Noreaga) | |
| Yeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother fuckin crib you heard | |
| Yeah! We tryin'to get this shit poppin' over here | |
| Huh, block party all that shit man "block party" | |
| Come over here nigga here | |
| Were is happening here's were is poppin' at baby, djayin' that shit | |
| [Noreaga] | |
| My nigga Rich nice told me an said get god | |
| You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on | |
| The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up | |
| New Balance kicks and hyped up | |
| Why you niggaz still acting like y'all niggaz is tough | |
| I got the one weed spot, that's' the Branson stuff | |
| Other niggaz talk about it but you see me with such | |
| And I'm thugged out catch me with the animal bunch | |
| Get head in the wip smoke animal blunts | |
| G's up hoes down nigga fuck them stuts, and I'll be flippin' | |
| You get a nice chick I like a chicken | |
| You don't believe me ask Bill Clinton | |
| Track master do that shit that y'all niggaz wouldn't | |
| And Kid Capri do that shit that you niggaz couldn't | |
| And I smoke green from Cali, I'm wild at the rally | |
| I'm ill like shack in the paint with the alley | |
| My nigga Big Pun will sit on y'all cats | |
| Ayo my nigga Kid Capri will shit on y'all tracks | |
| And we ain't got no love for y'all tracks | |
| We love big ass keys and y'all like little ass cracks | |
| [Kid Capri] | |
| I could rock a rhyme as quick as I could clock a knot | |
| Y'all niggaz clockin' mine, cus I'm getting lots of shine | |
| The Kid Capri could be the cat, that could change the face of rap | |
| Let me hear you trace the map, the Bronx is were the stations at | |
| The fake foes hangin' out with fake hoes | |
| Y'all 'spose to be the one that keep it Jumping | |
| Were you standing and frontin', the Black Italian | |
| Y'all chick better keep the smiling, from here to Boys Island | |
| Mother fuck all the stylin' | |
| Keep the hundred pallet or either sign that shit | |
| Y'all niggaz pay attention on ever rhyme I wet | |
| Is time legit to every time I get | |
| Y'all fools is straight falling off as I climb the jet | |
| The Kid Capri causing hating misery | |
| Number one for a while son check the history | |
| By the way all you talker pack what you got to say | |
| Cus you lacking every day, Pun make these rappers pay | |
| [Big Punisher] | |
| Ayo is your man from Puerto Rico | |
| That slaughter people like raw perico | |
| I'm for the people, five power not a total recall | |
| Look out your people on a blood shoot baby blues | |
| Look at my geezmo got shot and barely made it news | |
| How many crews I gotta run through when it comes through | |
| Getting raw I'm the predator, I'ma Hunt you | |
| Niggaz think is something sweet on the fuckin street | |
| But I'll be there busting my heat, when there's nuttin' to eat | |
| Fuck it I cheat cus that's the ghettos anthem | |
| I know the devils laughing every time he hears somebody's metal clappin' | |
| Ain't no napping in the city cus it never sleeps | |
| Wake up like what happen when I bust a cap on your feather geez | |
| I led at least a thousand caps, with a thousand raps | |
| With how many acts, actually ever really come out of wax | |
| Just a few I pull this track into best of view | |
| And turn the rest of y'all corn niggaz into vege-tables |