作词 : Penn/Peter Phillips/Lyle
 作曲 : Penn/Peter Phillips/Lyle
 We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north
 Tell 'em if you ain't from new york you're soft
 Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait
 Cause i fight great, but wait
 Here's the hottest joint on lockdown
 Ready for release what they call a masterpiece
 Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal
 Cause now i'm like water in the desert for you thirsty people
 What's the fixation with all this artillery?
 Now you catch a look, saying "who are you to question me?"
 Giving sighs from enemy lines taking care of my business
 Is how you found out wayne's world was never his
 See my pend holds strong for all my cookies in mink
 We call all types of *****es running out of ink
 Later for ticky mind, avoid like suama
 But i don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
 You know it's my thing, get your bell rang
 By the meccafied slang, the jack of all trades
 Couldn't even gang bang, and ****** can't hang
 With so many styles, you'd swear the shit was out of wu-tang
 But the samurai, cl smooth i
 Be slicing, dicing you down when the mic is around
 I rebound like oakley when you provoke me
 This is the chocolate thai, be careful how you toke me
 I razzle dazzle your fragile ass until you pay homage
 To the man i plan is holding all the knowledge
 In five minutes of funk off my tounge, read the label shown
 Is it pete rock or oliver stone?
 Still the same, they remember my name
 Kind of reminds me of when rocket ismail played for notre dame
 Invincibility with no vulnerability
 Selling more than gold with the killers on my payroll
 You'd better watch your step, known for the rep
 Of being real but can't accept jealous brothers and others
 Who can't relax with pep, and if it was the playoffs
 Your ass would get swept and kept on stash
 The tango & cash competitors bow
 Cause i would think we all know who the don is by now
 Making loot at the pace of a horse race
 Now once again my friend, the great paperchase
 Here's a taste of life in the fast lane
 Now house full of chicks, he's stripping off the don p
 With the profound sound, i ride swoops like a hawk
 And can only bring the essence of new york
 It's the vernonville daddy, can you comprehend?
 How some real live ****** set a new trend
 Of being so blasted, smoothest prophets to the brain cell
 While i bid you all a farewell