[Guru talking]

Yeah, heh-heh, it's time y'all..

It's yours truly in the house, you know me

Baldhead Slick, that's right

That nigga who been puttin it down for years

Spittin fire

That's right, holdin it down in the streets

Fuck the industry bullshit

Switchin up from sweatsuits and kicks, to gators and slacks

Spittin nothin but pure facts,

Plus I got my clip with me this time

and we aimin at your head punk

Ill Kid Records, New Milliennium duckets

Snatchin the cheese from right under you rats noses



[samples]

(Ladies and gentlemen!)

"You know and I know, I might drop a verse"

"When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"

"When the mic's within my reach..."

(Ladies and gentlemen!)

"When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that"



[Guru]

Don't base my whole life on loot, but money sure helps

I keep it tight like army boots, to ensure wealth

I meet suckers everyday that rhyme, they say they rhyme

Most of them, corny as hell, won't get paid a dime

Alotta these punks, they all sound the same

They all sound lame, fakin like they down with the game

Against me they'll fail, I'm like the black Frankie Hale

I leave 'em slumped, and they body dumped over the rail

Show me respect, then cut me a fat check

You little niggaz are like virgins, you haven't had ass yet

Wet behind the ears while I been spittin darts for years

Don't make me embarass you in front of your so-called peers

Them fools gassed you in the first place, dirtface

Cocksucker thought you had wins got suck in the worst place

And that's when I, attack your fears

Cuz I'm a real racketeer, get my money and bring it back here



[Chorus]

It's me little homey, Gangsta B

Head Slick poppin off and it's thanks to me

Have the check in the mail to the bank for me

Flagrant chief, cuz that's how my behavior be

It's me gettin stocks and bonds, runnin with lots of dons

Don't buy the chain if you can't cop the charm

Me and my peeps carry lots of arms

Where's our money? Where's our money?



[samples]

(Ladies and gentlemen!)

"You know and I know, I might drop a verse"

"When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"

"When the mic's within my reach..."

(Ladies and gentlemen!)

"When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that"



[Guru]

For the dough, I'll lay you out with no remorse

You'll get tossed, legs and limbs lost, just for tryna floss

I don't give a fuck if you think you're the man

You think I give a damn? You better think of a plan

I come through, like gangbusters to bang and crush ya

Cuz the fake cats that you hang with are suckas

One phone call, death to you all

Picture me scuffin up my new kicks or shoes in a brawl

Any problem with the law, I'll beat the case for real

Beat you in the face with steel, leave you so you can't taste or feel

For the cash, I'll take you out and your whole staff

Have you lookin funny as hell, but I won't laugh

It's gettin overcrowded in this rap game, so I slap lames

Who kick phony lip, with their wack names

I'm so and so, I'm this and that

You get dissed and smacked, while I counterfeit your stacks



[Chorus]



[samples]

(Ladies and gentlemen!)

"You know and I know, I might drop a verse"

"When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"

"When the mic's within my reach..."

(Ladies and gentlemen!)

"When the mic's within my reach"  "I'm nice like that..."