Lyrics:

My man Keith Murray, is down wit us
My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit us
My man Lil Jamal, is down wit us
My Def Squad click, is down wit us

The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit us yo
My L.O.D. click, is down wit us
Were number one
Ha ha ha, ha ha, yo yo, yo well yo

Its the Red Moolie, yellin for the villain in the movie
Im like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece
Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough
I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def

Check out the rhythm that I cook up
You too scared to look up, youre merkin
I Set it Off like La in that big-ass Suburban
Bumrush your villa then Im closin all the curtains, lights out

Whos next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz
To the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar
Of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar
Flip a quarter, heads or tails youre gettin slaughtered

I blow the S-L boy out of order
My mental disorder is pure water
I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land
While the CD programs on Whatever Man

My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh
My peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh
My peoples in New York, is down wit us
The housing projects, is down wit us

My people who be hustlin is down wit us
Cause makin funky music is a must
Im number one
Ha ha, check it, check, check, check, here we go, huh huh

Aiyyo, throw yo hands up in the motherfuckin air
And wave em, until yall cash flows hit the pavement
Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S
Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S.

Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees
On the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles
Be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties
On that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics

The Muddy Waters be blowin your tape recorders
Pull out the four niggaz steppin like they on a Nordic track
Cool out black got no time for scratch
You wanna battle, heres a lyric with a bomb attached

These your peoples, you better call em back before
I beat through his windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral
Hah, look up in the motharfuckin sky, its a widow
Pushin a fifteen zero zero

With tinted windows, so its hard to look through
Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin Erykah Badu
Dont snooze, youll be like damn, is it the shoes?
The way I maneuv I could slip a Uzi in school
I been a raw dog since I brought me an eighth
And cant nobody hold me down like Im Puffy and Mase

Aiyyo aiyyo, Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit us
My nigga Meth-Tical, is down wit us
Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit us, yo
Yo, my homie Richie Rich, is down wit us, yo

That nigga LL Cool, is down wit us, yo
My dog Warren G, is down wit us
Were number one
Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo

Trigger the Gambler, down wit us, yo
My peeps West coast, is down wit us, yo
My peeps who pack toast, is down wit us, yo
Atlanta, G-A, is down wit us, yo

My peeps in Virginia, is down wit us, yo
North Carolina, is down wit us, yo
My peeps in D.C., is down wit us, yo
My peeps in