(feat. Inspectah Deck)



[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

You rapper... you big, buyin' the chain out the back of The Source

Your whole style is cubic, dun, aiyo, aiyo

Yo, yo, aiyo, yo, yo, aiyo



[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

Who live as us, streets vibin'

Freaks linin' up, cuz we shinin'

Pretty mama go on, do that dance

Cuz after the jam, we slidin' into two black vans



[Inspectah Deck:]

And we out to the double tree, shorty she lovin' me or

She love the fact, we got weed and bubbly

Lovely, sounds bang out the Benz buggy

Mami got a fat ass, plus her friend for me

Ya'll keep try'nna front, meet I.N.

Keep ridin' us, cuz we grindin'

From the front to the back of the club

We them knuckleheadz actin' up, and that's what's up

Crack that cognac and pass the cup

Had me, come out the throwback and match ya tough

I'm comin' with the mask and gloves, to stack the doves

And everything after that is love

Who's that? That's your cuz, back with us

Throw your hands up, and catch the buzz

But yo, Baby Boy, though I'm not Tyrese

My initials, Deck, but two, I.D., and where you find me

Slowly floatin' in a new fly V

Cruisin' down the side streets with a true dime piece

And I spit nothing less then exclusive

Dressed in the newest, 'Festo, ride with The Movement



[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

Who live as us, streets vibin'

Freaks linin' up, cuz we shinin'

Smokin' tri-colored weed in a bong

Greasin' this song, for g's, got freaks in they thong



[Inspectah Deck:]

Ya'll keep try'nna front, meet I.N.

Keep ridin' us, cuz we grindin'

Got a jones for those big faced bills

Chicks, they grill, see me when I hit 8 mil, bitch...