No matter how bizarre and different you think you are
The dedicated ministers of underground sound
Premier in the rear with the beats and cuts
Still another confrontation that you couldn't avoid
People treat you like you're ghetto royalty
Over your shoulders day and night's where you look
Go back to square one, better go talk to your son
Your team wouldn't dream of competing with Gang Starr
But you ain't got no time, to be chasin felines
Take us out the game nigga? How you figure?
You shit what you're eatin so you don't peep the proceedings
Back in the days you was a forty and a blunt man
And Guru with the mic ready to tear shit up
Wishin, that we could better our position
Today you're a Willie, now the weather's too chilly
Ladies flock to your jock like it's golden
And that's the reason why your cash and stash gets stolen
Too strong to be stepped on, creatively wise
You're gettin so much respect that niggaz might as well bow
And all your staff shows you utmost loyalty
You paid your dues, refuse to lose in this scenario
So much cream chumps they can't understand it
They start scheming, feeling that you're too swollen
And movin up with your hustle like you planned it
You've got a harem of bitches and killer niggaz that's hype
Your fame has gotten larger than your life
Fed up so we headed on a serious mission
If she's the chick that you pick then she gets chosen
When we're doin our thing, you know we don't fuck around
Prepare for drama, as if you were a stunt man
Rakin dough like the world's greatest bandit
Curious, to test the weight you be holdin
Know what I mean? They tried to stifle us
The rep grows bigga, you're a legend and a hero
New York City ain't the place to be frontin
Years ago, we were new jacks to this scene
Now you're no longer just a face in the crowd
Showed some effort, made fat records, but still saw no green
Always got one eye open for the stick up kids postin
Your so-called fam ran a scam, and you got shook
See reps grow bigga in the life of a crook
Two businessmen, Guru and Prim', we enterprised
Nigga you could not believe how really ill and trifle it was
They got your back, but you so fly you don't need em
You start perspiring, because you're paranoid
