They all talk fast and they all think slow
I'm Mos Definite, not think so
It's all good, we all here, goin' all out, all out
Don't push me, get off, 'cuz I'm close to the streets
This door marked private this is not fo' sho'
So cool and ol' school like A 4?
Before they find out the tailon is strictly enforced
I'm like J. Brown, gettin' involved
Pourin' liquor on the day you was born
Your grind and my grindin, is same dawg
Layin' the cut like they not gon' know
But when I'm lettin' off around don't get in the cross
To the beach, the bitches, the niggaz, the women
And my crew ain't scared to let them things go
Testin' the limits of a dangerous force
It's Mos Def what you call real fo' sho'
Boom diggy bang di bang di, boom bang diggy
Boom diggy bang di bang di, boom bang diggy
So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious
C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that
That shit that let you know it's really not a game dawg
Don't push me, cuz I'm close to the edge, back, middle, and front
Don't push me, cuz I'm close to the edge, back, middle, and front
The quiet, the livest, the realest and that's close
Your people shoutin' out ya name in they song
The children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers
Strong back shit liftin' it up from the big and the small
I'm like J. Brown, gettin' involved, now get yours
It's a real bad way to get ya name in the Source
Ya ended up dumb famous and gone
Boom diggy bang di bang di, boom bang diggy
All day, listen when this song say
They get a lil' pitch and go snitch to the po'
I'm the catalogue, you the same song
The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for
Flood ya city with the black ink flow
I'm like the second plane that made the tower's face off
Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off
'Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know
Don't push me, get off, 'cuz I'm close to the streets
The one ya lil' mami windin' up on ways for
I don't play games, so I don't playa hate y'all
I'm just alright dawg, I'm doin' great dawg
Is they what you call gangsta? Hell no
The children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers
Find paint to put ya face on the wall
To the beach, the bitches, the niggaz, the women
The quiet, the livest, the realest and that's close
Have ya preacher man speakin' low gettin' his cross
Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dawg
Tell 'em wild cowboy not to get off they horse
Strong back shit liftin' it up from the big and the small
